There has been a longstanding emptiness in my heart, and though things have improved the last few months, I am still broken. I long for peace but I wrestle with emotion instead. This semester has been filled with stress and anxiety. I have been overwhelmed, falling behind since classes began. There are days I find myself unable to carry my own weight. It seems as if I've just been waiting for the semester to end.
But beyond all of that, there is hope. I am hurting and unsure, but I'm not giving up. Friends and family have poured out blessing upon blessing, financially, emotionally, and spiritually. I cannot fully express my gratitude for the support I've received. The hardest thing is that I still feel very far from God. I desire to be filled with living water, but am living in a desert. The only thing I can say is that I must not be done yet. I hold out hope. I continue.
…And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
Romans 5:3-5
