How corrupted the human nature. I've been struggling for so long and so hard, and when God comes to lift the burden, i say thank you and i enjoy the freedom. But inside, there's this subtle but mad yearning to go back to the rut i was in. I hate myself. I am everything i am not supposed to be. Pray and pray and cry and pull every conceivable constipated face but still, i can't wait to screw myself over.
Why am i like this... why Lord? I know You still care and that You love me but why am i like this? It is so frustrating... i want to be free... but i want the comfort of my sin.
