Dear Lord,
You've always appeared in the most unexpected ways. Just when things were getting too tough or i was getting too confused, you appeared and protected me. Sometimes you gave me understanding, and i started to see the fruits you caused me to bear. That was nice, like you washed away all my anxiety, all my hatred, all my hurt and replaced it with two huge feet. Feet that could walk anywhere, take me to any person and i would have no fear introducing myself. I could feel brokeness adn humility tempering my tone and words.
Now i feel defeated, like i've let down everyone and everything is going to hell. How to find it in me to have the courage to go on and finish what i started in You? Faith right? So i still have to crease my lips into a smile even when i don't feel like it? =)
Here are my arms failing me, catch them if You mean to, or let them fall. Whatever happens, You're still God and i am not.
