I tend to “run away” or “hide” from God when I’m in need.
Some people look for Him when needed, at times I do the opposite.
I trust in Him, I suppose I get discouraged.
Maybe feel unworthy to ask for help.
Although I know He’s just waiting to hear from me.
Everyday I tell myself I have to be fine, almost as if to convince myself.
God has promised me too many things for them not to happen.
He’s not a liar. I attempt to calm myself with these promises.
But I’m still scared. God knows how my thoughts run when I’m on my own.
I used to find comfort after I cried.
An almost peaceful feeling would wash over me.
But now, now it causes me more worry.
