Shaking, she tries to reach out her hand. Yearning for affection, she searches but realizes she’s too weak to even open her eyes. She paints for herself a face, a façade if you will. She is disgusted by the fact that we are all actors, and posers in this play called life, even sometimes she feels spirituality becomes a play, but deep down deals with the great sorrow that she is the worst of them all… She deceives herself, tricking herself that she is happy, that she trusts God. She hurts deeply, and many days can’t distinguish the hurt, it comes out during moments that fluster her and cause her angst. She is scared, weak, and hurting. Collapsing to the floor she finds herself in deep sobs, knowing everyone in the next room can hear her. There is so much life around her yet, she feels as if there is no where to turn. When did life begin to feel so lifeless? “You are God. You never change, You are faithful. I will trust you, even when I don’t know where I’ll find the strength...even when I'm scared.”