Last week I felt like I was losing it. Losing what exactly I'm not quite sure...but it was something. Getting through five minutes in a day couldn't be this hard. It shouldn't be. But it was. It often is. It's a struggle. This life is a struggle. I yelled, cried and hollered and asked Him why He doesn't just fix me, why He lets me struggle through my day, struggle with this anger, why I can't be who I think I am, who I think I should be. I thought He was being silent...then the peace came. His peace. His JOY. I'm grateful for how God speaks to me. I used to think I didn't know how to hear from Him. I used to think He chose to be silent. But I'm realizing I was wrong. Maybe it's just that it takes a lifetime to get to know what He sounds like...and I'm just getting a little more familiar with His voice. I keep falling and failing and wallowing in the guilt. But I'm ready for the cycle to be broken. I want to be a woman who&#