I wanted my healing to happen instantly – wanted to be fully present with my family, filled with joy, knowing peace in my deepest places. Instead, it has been a day-to-day, sometimes moment-to-moment journey of holding on in desperation beyond feeling, trusting that there is Someone leading me along. There have been anxiety-filled days and fearful nights of feeling deeply alone, speaking the Name of Jesus over and over just to get through. In fact, there are still times like this! But there is always a returning Home – a reminder of His presence – an assurance that I’m not just praying to the air or holding onto hope; I am holding onto Him. Friends, I hope you know that survival mode won't last forever. Anytime you pray "God, help me," you can trust that every step that follows is leading you toward healing and wholeness because as He promises, He is making a way where there seems to be no way. Even if you can't feel it, it is happening. Hold on tight to that truth.