Me: I haven’t heard from you in a while. Why is that?
Las: Your depression and stress create walls around your thoughts. I haven’t been strong enough to break through. Until now, that is.
Las: But the reason I know is because I kept trying.
Me: So I haven’t fully given up on myself then, eh?
Las: No. I’m driven by your will to go on, to succeed, to change. When the wall cracked, I knew you were still there, behind the rock. I knew you hadn’t thrown in the towel, because my strength would have faded.
Me: I’m glad I’m doing better, then.
Las: As am I. God loves you, remember that. He’ll never give up on you.