Found

This week I flopped

It hurts but I can’t seem to find the source

Rather than frustration and shame, I just feel disappointment

But I do not want to wallow in my self-pity for long because that would mean I stopped fighting

And for this week I did. Almost as if I was drained of all energy and my presence fragmented 

Again, I come to you, and instead of scolding me, you welcome me with arms wide open

I don’t deserve this nor do I understand it, but I’m desperate for you

So rather than cry alone, I turn to you for comfort and healing and love

So thank you, Lord, for not giving up on me

Because although I had lost myself, you came to find me.