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Friday, 7 July 2017

North. South. East. West. Within.

wanderer.
floater.
what is the point of it all?

Lord, I do not feel very loved - by You, nor by the people around me. And I feel guilty when I say this - because, how can I even say this?

I am so flawed, despicable really.

Many avenues of distraction - so that I feel better, in a manipulated way.
What dream did You give me, Lord?
Promises of bearing fruit, yes, promises that I am a planting of Yours, that too. Dream? Life? Is all that I am? Why does ministry flush right up against this whole idea of relating with people; with friends?

I'm. not. good. at. this.
And really, not good at much.

Why am I back in myself again?
And no, going out with him does not help. 

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