There is a song that once begins playing, the tears begin falling.
In 2013 we welcomed our third child, 8 weeks later my world would be rocked with PPD/Anxiety. It would be 3 months of tears, whispered prayers, a crying out to taste and see that the Lord is good! Each morning without fail, my body would wake into a fearful fight at 5am. I would push my earbuds in and push play, allowing worship music to wash over me.
During that time, a dear friend sent me “Braver Still." [Whenever I look back on that day, I can] see Gods hand, and then a lump in my throat forms while I choke back the waves of emotion.
Thank you [JJ] for writing from your heart, and allowing us into the deeper places so we don't feel so alone!