As I sat in silence at last this morning, I opened my journal for the first time in too many days and asked Him to share:
Do not feel you have disappointed Me, little one.
Even when you could not see the light, or feel the light,
you were still carrying the light.
You shine for others to see
I will pour into all the places you have drained dry.
What you have emptied I will fill.
Let Me soak every dry spot to overflowing,
for you are, as always, Mine.