I think I'll repeat that a few times, because I really need to hear this today, and maybe someone else does, too:
Even at the very bottom, my Rock is there.
Even if I fall off every cliff the enemy wants to push me over, my Rock will be there to cushion me.
Even if I fail at everything, my Rock will be there to rebuild me.
Even when I don't fit in anywhere, I fit right into a me-sized crag in my beautiful Rock.
Even when I don't see light at the end of the tunnel, my Rock is there, and He is also The Light.
Even when I feel invisible and voiceless, my Rock sees and hears me and longs to be in my presence.
Even when I feel like giving up, my Rock has a perfect purpose for me.
Even at the bottom, the very bottom, my Rock is there, and always will be.
I am to Him a sweet yielded thing, a pearl of great price.
My voice is to Him an "I love You," and my tears are to Him an "I need You."
He will always be my Treasure. He will always be my Rock.
Broken, so that He could be my Rock, He broke me, so that I could fit in His hand and be used of Him.
He will always be my Rock. He will always be my Treasure.
Even at the bottom, the very bottom -- the rock bottom -- my Rock is there, and always will be.