“Lord I am struggling…

I am a meal for mosquitos. I am struggling…

You have asked me to dig up things that I did not even know I buried. I am struggling…

I am pouring out over and over while you slowly pour back in. I am struggling… 

You are asking me to be still when there are things to do. I am struggling…

You have given me these desires for the future that tear me apart with want. I am struggling… 

I want to love and pour into your children down here but I can’t even understand them. I am struggling…

I miss home. I am struggling…  

I miss my family. I am struggling…

I miss comfortability. I am struggling… 

I miss known. I am struggling…”

“My child, my daughter lean on me…

Ask me to take the itching away, I want to protect you. Lean on me…

I do not want you to live with things that you can not even see that are weighing you down. Lean on me…

I want you to keep some of what I give you. Lean on me…

You are running yourself ragged, rest with me. Lean on me…

I give you those so you can have hope for what I am going to do, not so that you can escape with them. Lean on me…

My love knows no barriers, I called you here do not doubt that I do not use you. Lean on me…

I am your home. Lean on me…

I am your family. Lean on me…

I am your comfort. Lean on me…

I know. Lean on me…”