Oh, how I cried! How I cried to the Lord for the things I thought I needed help with! But He showed me a far better way.
This page was so ‘me’, altogether. I’ve cried these things out, too. I want to go home, too. This life has nothing to offer me. It’s all such a frustration. And after that: I thank my God and Father for His release from suffering, and His help in struggle. For His safety valve: the Holy Spirit. For His life-giving word, the Bible. For truth in my inward parts. For a heart of flesh rather than one of stone. For His loving forgiveness. I LOVE You, Lord! Please, Father, pass on to all others what You gave me. Amen.
A sleepless mind fills with thoughts from visions of the night. The assault of daily troubles awaits the cover of darkness when conscious defenses teeter upon dreams. Thoughts are brought in stealth. Ears receive the whisper of a powerlessness to remedy what tomorrow holds. Trouble weighs the sleepless mind to suffocating depth in the same feathery pillow meant to comfort.
…man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward. (Job 5:7)
Trapped by troubles, exhaustion breeds dread into a desperate groan for release. Thoughts are conjured in this state of malaise that no stalwart practitioner of manliness will…
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