It's hard some days to keep my chin up, honestly.
I'm trying to work it out, to find the balance.
In every direction that I turn or look, there's trouble or dire threat.
Or the source of a hurting heart.
Or my own weakness.
In all directions, save one.
I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord,
Who made heaven and earth.
Thank You, LORD, for your unending faithfulness to me, even when I am undeserving; and for keeping me steady, balanced, and hopeful as I continue to cross the wire.