When a man that once told me he would be by my side through my fiercest storms
Parts his lips to tell me he is leaving
because my mental illness
Is worse than what he’d pictured
The Joy of the Lord is my strength
When I see him hold her in pictures the way he used to hold me
only this time with a smile that tells me
He’s feeling something he never felt with me
The joy of the Lord is my strength
When I sit in the pews alone before my God,
look over my shoulder and don’t see him kneeling and praying
Next to me
The joy of the Lord is my strength
Who will hold my hand when I am anxious and say a prayer before anxiety turns into a panic attack?
Who will reply to my text message in the dead of night when I’m afraid:
“I love you and I’m here”?
It is a chapter closed, but I have not lost my soul
The Lord is still the lover of my soul, and in Him I am most perfectly love.
No one can take this from me.
The joy of the Lord is my strength.
“The Joy of the Lord is your strength.” -Nehemiah 8:10
Jesus & Tea 
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