bruised

Things have been rather strange lately. It's hard to say if it's been me or something else.

One thing is for sure though I haven't been able to sleep for four days and running has never felt so good. while heavy drops hit my cheeks, and while mist looks like snow flakes upon that cliff side, I sit, I pray, I run along while my feet are soaked and my legs burn... But I don't care.

Why does my heart feel so cold... So unlike my normal self. I continue to run like a bandit, simply because I don't know how to over come it all. It is all bigger than me and though someone is trying to tell me false truths, though he tries to bring me down, I have continued faith that God will bring me out of this... I attempt to lay it down, but more so He must take it from my hands.

Isaiah 35:3-4
"With this news strengthen those
 who have tired hands
and encourage those who have weak knees.
Say to those with fearful hearts,
'Be strong, and do not fear,
for your God is coming to destroy your enemies.
He is coming to save you'."