Another reaches an outstretched hand past the fog and fear to set me on my feet again, the lie nearly suffocating us. “You’ve gone off course,” she says, “and correcting the course will be hard.” Love wraps herself around the wound and weeps while she speaks truth. “Listen to affirmation instead of to self-judgment.”
“You can change it.”
In my weariness of fighting a battle with my mind, someone comes along to fight alongside me. To love anyone is to hope in him always. I’m thankful for one who hopes in me.