I can't, but You can
I cried myself to sleep the other night. Well, almost. I lay on my pillow as tears streamed down my face and my thoughts raced with all the ways I had messed up, wasn't good enough, and told me all the worst things I could think about myself. I felt utterly defeated. The interesting thing was the catalyst for this wasn't that big of a deal, my day had been good, and a few hours earlier I had felt fine. But that didn't seem to matter at the moment because just that quick my mind had made me out to be the worst. I say "almost" because as I lay there wrestling with my thoughts, I eventually got to the place where I had had enough. All these things weren't true, and deep down I knew it. Yet, after a full day, I felt too weary to tell myself anything different. Thankfully, I had somewhere else to turn. This might sound cliche, overly simple, or like a platitude, but I will say it anyway: Prayer is powerful. How do I know? Because ju