Nights are the worst time of day for me. I can fake my way through the rest of the day, putting on a smile and pretending that everything is fine...but once I get alone in my room and the silence starts to cover me, I break down. I can cry for hours and hours until I am so tired that I pass out from exhaustion. It's an awful experience - and really, it doesn't happen all that often. But on the nights that it does, I am completely broken and hurt.
I call them my "panic attacks." They happen when I choose to look at situations and circumstances in my life instead of at Jesus. They happen when I let the pain overwhelm me instead of praying for God to heal my wounded heart. I know I am at fault, I know that I need to keep trusting in the Lord and to let Him hold me when I fall apart. Writing it down is so much easier than actually doing it, though.
Lamentations does such a good job of describing how I feel. After a bunch of...well, lamenting, hope is found..."Yet this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope. Because of the Lord's great love, we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning, great is Thy faithfulness." - Lamentations 3:21-23
How true those words are! For no matter how broken and miserable I am during the night, hope always comes in the morning. I feel new, restored, and alive. The Lord is so good to me, and I praise Him for His faithfulness. He will help me through these tough times, if I only trust, and wait on Him.
On another note, here are some pictures from my friend's graduation party. I hope you enjoy them!
Here's the whole group of us at J's Party...
The Ladies...
J and all the men (my boy is the ridiculously handsome one on the right)

Me + the boy :)

Yes, that is right, you are seeing snow out the window...

The party eventually turned into a whole bunch of dancing...