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Hit A Wall

June 13, 2017

Today was an off day. Not depressive but I just got super angry at Jagger. We don't have a label and everything is gray and lost between us right now. I don't know what to do or how to make it better or fix it or make him understand everything I am feeling.

When I'm at a loss a friend, I'll call him, was there to be a lot of reason when I needed it. He made me realize how important it is to be strong in the Lord in the times of uncertainty or doubt. Right now, I have so much doubt about why I am in the situation I am in but for some reason, this is part of the Lord's plan.

I hit a wall but found a friend who was will to pick me back up and show me that God is where I need to turn. That kind of friend is one of a kind because they can be a light in the darkness. So for right now, I have to find a way to dig back into my Bible everyday and pray again. Because I'll be honest, I have been struggling with it since I came back from my mission trip.

So I start over. I find new plans to read and start making time in my days for the Lord. I pray consistently for discernment and go from here.

I hit a wall but had a friend there to pick me up. Do you have someone willing to pick you up when you hit that wall in your life?

xoxo,
Em

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