Struggling, struggling, struggling.
@#$%. @#$%. @#$% (!!!)
That is all I can process.
Tonight was a good night of intimate time spent with good friends (not particularly with me, but I did observe), good food, and continuous struggle. It is so easy to stray and be influenced by the ten thousand voices when you let go and become complacent. Thank God I have a God who never changes (even when my faith falters), and who tells me He is more real than the feel that I'm having, that I'm not what I feel but I am who He says I am. He. Is. Not. Going. Away.
This - I should really learn to think Hebrew style, not Greek style.
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