Jesus loves me, this I know!

Being reminded constantly that God loves me and cares for me even when I don't feel it. Reminders that come as little things.

I've not been myself recently. I'm working through things in my head and dealing with issues that [I thought] were long gone.

But it's like surgery, when you already have one scar, you have to dig a little deeper, and it hurts a little more than before, but in the end, you heal better. I am struggling while letting God rip me open again. It's a part of life to process and come out the other side. We are not made stronger in the quiet times, but in the rough times.

In this time, I am reminded of 2 Corinthians Chapter 1. A friend read a portion to me last night, and I know it's true. It is my prayer. That the comfort I find in my troubles can be used for His glory and help someone else. Even if I can't see it right now, my life matters. What I say matters. What I do matters. I am just one person. But one person can do a lot for another person.

I am trying to take off the mask.

This is me. And right now, I could use your prayers as God rips open my heart once again and is trying to teach me more about myself and more about Him.

He loves me. Scars and all.