Thursday, October 19, 2006

Help Me

Lord, please help me. I fear the direction that I am going, and I fear the challenges in front of me. I feel like I've become a stench in the eyes of some of my friends. I am scared to pray this and even tell another soul about the condition of my heart, because I have so many fears. It has been months since I've been on an active pursuit of you. My pride won't allow me to simply be.. The discomforts of suffering make me want to quit, but I will strive. Correct me. Correct me, the incorrigible. Correct me, the fake. Correct me, the angry. I am desperate for you. God... please restore me to a healthy place.