Though my supply runs dry, I will continue.
Though storms rage, I will remain calm.
Though my vision is blocked I will see God’s will clearly.
Though my nerves wear thin I will remain patient.
Though my thoughts run rampant, I will not let them rule me.
Though my spirit feigns hopeless I will hang on to the last ounce.
Though my soul tries to evaporate, I will allow God to help me prevail.
These are all my choices.