i am yours.

consumed with grievous thoughts, my delicate self is driven to despair once again. this calamitous defeat strikes a chord in me. my internal scars are healing, but it is an arduous process. such is life. a process. what was once a deterioration of the self is now an arresting desire for wholeness. the wholeness that only Christ can bestow.

i refuse to be inhibited. i refuse to let the spurious ways of the world paralyze my soul and take me captive.

Father, I am yours.

a mild state of gloom.

i am floating in a sea of nothingness where the creatures have no regard for the plight of my soul..... i am attempting to crawl out of this darkening madness that has penetrated my being for so long.

i long for rest. for peace. but am unsuccessful in my quest.

stop the turbulence.

i just want to rest in my Father's arms.