Nineteen51
Beloved of All
I'm exhausted. Too tired, sick, and depressed to even touch the hand of those who reach out. God, thank You for the blessings towards me. I'm grateful, but my hopes and prayers seem dead as Winter. I'd like something to come to fruition. Salvation of a friend, a relative, or restoration of a relationship. Things not to bless me financially but to bless me in heaven with lost loved ones who find Jesus. My physical hurt and tiredness let doubt creep into my mind, but I've been beaten down mentally all my life through abuse; you would think it would make me stronger. I'm about done, and all I can do is just lie here. I have nothing left. Every bit gets taken out of me by others. I need You, Jesus.
