In facing adversity and trial, there will be times that I may lose my breath, but I will keep breathing. I may fall down, but I will stand again. It is not from my strength, but from the strength of He who is in me, of him who is strong in my weakness.
It is because of all I have been through that I know that I know that I know that I know, that God is always with me and loves me deeper and more fully than anyone or anything imaginable.
So I will keep breathing. I will keep pushing. I will keep praying. I will keep living and walking by faith, one step at a time. Even when it feels like I cannot stand due to the sheer amount of bruises and wounds, I will rise. I will rise because God is not finished with me yet, nor is he done using me. I will continue to make myself available to Him at all times, regardless of the cost. Even in this season of isolation and separation, when people I depended on and thought were in my life to do forever with me have abandoned and discarded me, I am not alone.
No matter what comes against me, no matter what battles I have yet to face, I will keep pressing forward. I will keep breathing.
