Tonight, was rough. I've really been dealing with a lot lately, and SO MANY attacks from the enemy. So I was sitting in my bathroom, in a ball, crying: for about a half hour. So I decided to call Zach and just vent, so I did. He calmed me down, and I hung up the phone. I got up to go downstairs, and I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I did not like what I saw.
My face was extremely red, and there were huge bags under my eyes. It made me realize that I wasn't made to be that hurt, that heartbroken from the enemy and from this world. So I spent a few minutes just saying positive things to myself in the mirror. I would remind myself that God was my strenght, I was beautiful, God knew His plans for me, He always helps me, and so on and so forth. It was so helpful, and it helped me step out of the depression the enemy continuously tries to slip me into. I know this was a simple post, but I'm slowly progressing...I repeat, slowly.
(My most recent "go to" saying) Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord.
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