Beloveds I’m hurt. I broke down when I was no longer able to bear weight on my leg. I cried. I sobbed like a child in need of a father. My Father. Ah, God, what do I do with me now.
asking for A Friend,
Cassandra
This ministered to my soul. I don’t know the outcome of these tests. I beseeched God not to allow my voice to be taken. I’m having trouble speaking.
Be encouraged. We SHALL overcome even this. Talk to Him. Talk to me.
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 