I'm Tired Lord.

As the days turn to weeks, and the months turn to years my faith becomes harder to hold onto. Less miracles occur and more doubt take their place. I’m stuck in a hole, with a shed of light left. I was placed here with matches but only two remain. They could be faulty though. The longer I am down here the harder it is for me to breath, I struggle to gasp for air as the possibility of death becomes overwhelming. What do I have left to hold onto? I’ve circled the walls many times before, but nothing changes. There continues to be no way out. All there is on these barriers are words that split my heart in two. No matter how much I try the words won’t come off. They are always there to remind me. Just when I find something new to hold onto it is such a struggle to keep holding onto that, my faith is a battle and someone is hoping I lose. But I will hold onto this with every part of strength I have left. Despite the fact I am tired, Lord, I will not give up, and even though I am exhausted from hanging on I will not let go.