…time passed, and many attacks hit my life that tore my family apart, and ultimately damaged my soul deeply.

Over time, I would feel all my hopes and dreams slip through my fingers, time-and-time again.

No matter how hard I tried, sang, pushed, believed, I was hit again. One attack after another, and it seemed like it wouldn’t end.

That zealous, hopeful, and excited me started to drift away, as the years passed.

The agony, pain and tears were a way of life, and it’s all I came to know.

Friendships didn’t last, and eventually I stopped being excited for things, or hopeful, because I became familiar with disappointment.

Still, I kept believing and trusting God, and had a close relationship with Him, as He was my rock. Yet, with a guarded heart I moved forward.

Now, as I begin to see those dreams becoming real again, and I see opportunities return, I am not as excited as I used to be.

Jaded perhaps? But I still love You the same Lord. You are everything to me-in fact the Only thing that always remained steadfast in my life.