Before the Dawn

I want to give up.
We all are so close to giving in.
Weary knees and prayers that seem to fall on deaf ears.
Watching him being torn apart day by day.
She's like a wrecking ball.
He's too weak to stand against the attacks. Even stone wears down and crumbles. And us humans aren't made of steel, bendable but not breakable.
Our aching hearts can't hold on much longer. There comes a point when all the pain gets so much you quit feeling.
It feels hopeless.
But then I'm reminded, it took almost six years of seemingly unanswered prayers, fasting, loving, advice that I just turned away from. It took me hitting rock bottom and making a mess I could never fix, putting myself and my family through things we never should have had to go through. And yet they kept praying and loving and God kept working until we broke through to a better place.
All the desperate pleas for this to end aren't being sent to an empty heaven. There is a God up there, holding us together, even if it is just barely, while we walk through this. And there is a God with a plan still working in His child's heart.
We can feel the struggle and pain  and that is how we know there's still hope.
If God hasn't given up neither can we.
It is always darkest before the dawn. Right now it's hell of dark we can feel the struggle intensify and our hearts yearn for a break through.
But we can't give in now not when morning is so close, not before this story is over...