Have you ever so utterly despised who you were that everything about yourself made you cry? How do you live with yourself? Is there a cure? How can you breathe in the same body as yourself? Is it possible for you to not be who you are? Is there a point where life gets better? Can you survive this? I'm a firm believer that people who do not like themselves are either doomed to keep searching or to give up. I am always in pursuit. Or am I standing still? I'll be plain: I'm not happy. The persistence of my unhappiness is so thoroughly engulfed in self. I'm not happy. I know it's something I want. I feel the desire for it. But I am not who I want to be. I am so unforgivably stuck. Who cures the forever stagnant? Doesn't God hear the prayers of the broken and contrite? Have I not cried enough? Does my sadness seem like some thing to yearn for? Do you hear me? Why don't you listen? Am I to dirty for You to hear me? Is there a God for the forsaken? If I'm so talented, gifted and blessed, why am I so lost? What is wrong? Am I crazy? Will you please take away my sadness? I'm tired. Maybe tired of running from you. But tired nonetheless.
Psalm 130 I hope in the Lord and his redemption. I wait on Him to remove my sadness and to give me Joy, to reveal His purpose. Hope in the Lord
Psalm 130 I hope in the Lord and his redemption. I wait on Him to remove my sadness and to give me Joy, to reveal His purpose. Hope in the Lord
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