I didn’t really want to post this picture from my visual prayer journal. It’s too raw, too negative, too needy and probably too personal. It lacks beauty. But I can’t seem to get past it and in my mind I am hearing the still small voice telling me it will encourage someone.   Often, I am not afraid of what will happen, but that nothing will.  That I will reach the end and find it didn’t make a difference after all…. That kind of thinking impacts blogging too, when posting feels like crying into the wind with just words blowing… Read More