Day 5: Hey, no thanks, World.

I'm having a day where

since I can't deal with myself

I can't deal with the world.

 

I feel like since I was born a child of my mother, these days are more rare than any other. I don't know where my joy is, but it checked out when my mind became consumed with indecipherable thoughts that feel the need to work themselves out. I'm covered in a sadness and desperation that can only come from someone who needs desperately to talk to God.

 

I've got a lot to figure out,

and the unclear future isn't exciting me but, rather, scaring the crap out of me. I need to decide what I want, I need to figure out what God wants, then I need to dump my plans, go for His, and be rested and satisfied once again.

 

Sigh.

 

Lord, my head is full.

 

 

Done