I held On in the mist

In the midst of sorrow and pain in the midst of purple rain. And in my weakest moments I thought I died in the mist I cried in the mist I survived. 

In the midst of my storms that never seem to end running into one by one wondering when will these storms end. 

I found out you grow strong in the midst of it all. In the midst of your weakest battles in the midst of them all, you did not fall. 

In the midst of things that almost made you go insane. I held on to Gods unchanging hands. 

In the midst of my most vulnerable days, it’s hard to see or think clearly at that moment of purple rain. 

Having to walk through many of my tears trying desperately to conquer all my fears in the mist.

I held on,

I held on, 

I held on to Gods unchanging hands in the midst Of it ALL.

Dr. Theresa Maxwell