So much to say and no one to listen. No one to pull the weeds out of the random thoughts taking root in my head. Somewhere in there is a garden of good ideas and fossils of righteousness embedded in the sedimentary consequences of sin.
Today is difficult. Yesterday broke me. Tomorrow may bring something different. Maybe. Maybe not. I won't know until I get there. I won't get there if I quit today.
Helpless opining. Unable to choose wisely in my own affairs; rock-solid certain I know what you should do. Arrogance sprinkled on wisdom. I am a jerk .
A riptide of anxiety to pull me under or a measure of hope to hold me fast. Which will it be? A taproot of bitterness or joy?