The Call

Its been so wonderful.

This freedom I've had.

Its been difficult, a continual struggle for a slight stand.

But I don't cry everyday, like I used to.

I don't have to fight so hard everyday, like I used to. 

I falter, I stumbled. 

I hoped for things I shouldn't have.

I put hope in my own strength.

That was my downfall.

I went through hell, and I think I'm coming back.

Learning to trust the beautiful love.

Astounding hope.

Sincere trust.

Of a loving God. 

I know it sounds crazy, but I know without a shadow of a doubt its true.

I can say for sure, I wouldn't have made it without his love warming my heart.

From the continual cold that kept fighting to creep in. 

But I will continue to fight.

In the mornings begin the positive self-talk.

Your beautiful.

Your smart.

You are worth fighting for.

You are loved.

Jesus will never leave you.

You have peace through Him.

He has given you a hope worth living.

He has a plan for your life. 

I'll say it over and over again. 

At nights, the fights aren't so fierce.

I have been thinking "happy" all day.

I smile, I laugh.

I fight the anxiety sickness.

I will continue to fight.

I will finish this race, with a smile on my face.

I know I stagger, I know I fall.

But I will continue on, because that is my call.