kathlynanna
I am not willful.
I am not willing to do what you are asking me to do.
I hate it.
Willful is absolutely no where near describing how I feel right.
My feelings and the word willful are on opposite sides of the spectrum.
Unknown fluff. It always reminded me of what I thought the inside of my brain would look like if you opened me up and looked inside to see all my thoughts fly past. Just a lot of white, weird, and fluffy stuff.
It's to severe. I can't take it any longer. This isn't fair. Why can't you leave this house alone? We pray for you to grace our table and yet you tear it out from under us. Somehow we still wait and know. Someone this is supposed to work out. Will it?
I am thirsty. I am thirsty for answers. I want to learn everything of Him and about Him. The Lord my Savior. I read his Word and I pray to His name. Lately he seems so very far away...
Every one is connecting so much easier now a days. We have facebook, cell phones (that send not only our voices but also letters,) we have email. Hell, we even have oneword to keep us connected to writing and literary nerds that make us seem less weird to ourselves. Humans weren't made to be unconnected or alone. We're meant to have relationships and connections. Without them, we'd shrivel up and be lost.
Who really has strength? I don't even know if I do. It's such a vague word... Strength could be from a number of things. You're muscles. You're heart. You're brain... Which of these is the greatest and most important? You have to have strength to live.