Trying to survive through the battle of the freezing cold, harmful, incredibly damaging storm. I am broken and somehow still holding on. God sustains me though I feel mostly dead. Trying to do my part, working, and waiting to thaw. He is faithful.
This photo was taken on a cold afternoon when I was struggling with high levels of anxiety. This is one of the things I saw that captured my attention, drew me in. I felt I could relate to the story of this scene in a very personal way. I noticed that being outside for at least an hour on that frigid afternoon helped to reset and neutralize how I was feeling. It didn’t erase the struggle but did help it feel more manageable.