Thousands of words and so few of them fitting.

Friends.

There are many words I could say right now. Some bitter, vile, angry frustrated words, filled with questions and rage. Some sad, deep, painful words, speaking of hurt and abandonment, of hopelessness and depression.

I could pour out about the things I feel unjust in my life right now, drip words onto this page like tears. Truly I feel vulnerable, and angry about that.
I could string up everything I deem an injustice towards me up here for all to see, accurate or not, simply because I feel like it.
I could gush about everything that's built up and is now coming back to haunt me, unresolved and vengeful.
I could scream at the world via this blog about how I feel like I have no future, that the negativity spoken over my future that once seemed so bright has dimmed the way I see it.
I could tell you all the things that I'm afraid of, never willing to face, always willing to run, my bravery a joke in the face of such serious tragedies.
I could tell you about how I'm ready to face them because I know I am not defined by my mistakes, or the mistakes of others that were beyond my control.
I could tell you how the night seems its darkest right now, moonless with all the stars behind a cloud so that I cannot tell which way I am going no matter how much I may try.

Or I could tell you the one thing that needs to be said:

I have a good, good, GOOD God. A loving God. A God that will see me through, a God that will hold my hand. A God that I have no doubt in the world is FAITHFUL.

The night is always darkest before the dawn, and my future is bright enough to fill the moonless sky.

I have a best friend who loves me. His name is Jesus, and he waged a war for my soul 2,000 years ago. Guess what? He won.

Love.