Guitar picks and tears

I found a guitar pick under my bed and it made me cry. 

Thinking back over this past year and I'm overwhelmed by time lost. 

I sit here. In the middle of the floor. Alone. 

Surrounded by empty shelves and the skeleton of a broken friendship. 

The worst part of all? I feel like it's all of my fault. 

The ghosts of old memories flutter by, stirring the cobwebs... And I can't help but regret my whole life. 

The guilt is deafening and the heartbreak is crushing. 

This is hard. This is terribly hard. I'm pretty sure this is the hardest thing I've ever done. 

But there's a rainbow up ahead. A glimmer of hope. Barely there, but slightly visible if you squint hard enough. 

Maybe one day it will be restored.

God help me push forward. 

<3jen

caring

i honestly don't think anyone reads this blog anymore, but if you do... please say a prayer for me and my best friend.

Life is really hitting us hard right now. I'm torn between caring about someone and caring for them and caring for my life too... Trusting God is definitely the only way I'm making it through this trial.

Life sucks a lot. But it's worth it, I know. Just gotta make sure everyone still remembers that.
<3jen