it is there, trembling, shaking, our small heart searching for more. for more love and peace and contentment and comfort, more life.
it is there in our stumbling from bed with straggling hopes for a day without sadness. in my weary attempts to hide the worn out exhaustion in my eyes with mascara, soon smudging the already dark circles with tear smears. in my muscles trembling and my hands grasping for something solid. in the huddled couch cushion where i inhale and exhale.
where i find myself at my weakest and am so so close to giving up.
and that is where the strength is.
"my grace is sufficient for you; for my power is made perfect in weakness."