Thursday, February 17th, 2011Mature

I’m going to be crushed by this weight.  It’s my fault for not relenting, not breaking.

            Is this all of life?  One endless line of paying for all your wrong choices and thoughts?  Never measuring up?  Always failing in some big or little way?

            I’ve closed up to my counselor now… I’m still the only one who can save me through my thoughts.  I know Jesus can and will, but I still have to choose to let Him, so essentially my salvation is up to me.  Is that pride?  Well, what else would it be?  I’m so afraid of my appointment tomorrow.

 

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