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.