Dear Pain

He'll pull me through

I’ve lived a broken day. I’m living a broken life. My world had seemed to crumble and break. All before my eyes.

I was thrown to the ground. Rocks pelted me from all sides. I am weak and cold. A skeleton without a soul.

I’m in the midst of rising. Climbing with the cursed rocks. Using them for good and light. Trampling their dark purpose beneath my feet.

But this is not my strength. Not my fire burning bright. This isn’t my own will keeping me moving. Not my eyes directing me through the night.

No, Lord, every blessing and miracle. Every step I take. The strength I grasp. It’s not me who pulls myself through.

I’m still stumbling as I climb. Still scratching my knees. But Lord, I know you’ve got me. I know you’ll pull me through.