I've written before about the fact that some posts write themselves while others take me days to write. This post falls into the second category. Honestly, I'm not even sure what I want to write. I just know that my heart is heavy.

The other day I was listening to a sermon online. The preacher referenced Isaiah 40:31. "Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." He talked about how there are times in our lives when we feel like we are soaring, there are times when we are running, and there are times in our lives when all we can do is walk. I feel like I've been stuck in the third category for the past twenty-eight months. That may surprise you. People often tell me how strong they think I am, but that strength doesn't come from me. If you could step into my shoes, you would see a girl who is overwhelmed, scared and honestly, quite tired.

I long for the days when I will run. I long for the days when I can soar. I long for the days when life isn't so hard.