Hope in the struggle

I am not in a good place mentally or emotionally.  I just don't care!  Yet, somewhere deep inside, I do care, I keep fighting.  Something in my spirit will not allow me to roll over and die.  In the midst of this depression, I have peace, I have hope.  I know that God has not left me or forsaken me.  Even though my mouth cannot form a prayer, I know that God hears my heart's cry.  He collects every tear that falls and keeps them for a memorial.  He pours oil on the emotional wounds, caused by others whether intentional or not, during this fragile state.  His strength is made perfect in my weakness.  He must love thru me, carry me and be my strength.  I just don't have it in me in this moment!

While I may not be in a good place, I know that God is in control and that He will see me through.  I cannot trust in what I feel or even what I see.  I must trust in what I know.  I know that God's Word is true.  I know that He has never failed to keep His promises.  I know that He loves me and will never leave me defenseless for He is my defender, my strong tower.  This post isn't a pity party, but a reminder that God is faithful, that thru Christ we have hope no matter the circumstances that we are facing.  I may be struggling, but I can be thankful that my God will see me through and that there is hope that brighter days are ahead.