Sunday, February 21, 2021

Whatever purpose I may have in their lives, may I serve it well. God, whatever Your will is, let it be done.

Hays. Ayaw lang jud kagive up sa imong self, Rau.

I don't understand why I'm feeling this way... Like Lord, I've been pretty much doing everything... Everyday, my heart and flesh fails choosing you... Tell me, what else should I do? Am I putting my faith in the wrong truths? Lord, I'm tired of believing that I will get better... that things will still get better... I feel like I can't.

My thoughts and emotions have been restless... and I know You know and see my anxious heart. Why am I so listless. Why can't just enjoy a day without thinking something will get wrong. Days that I can just be free... I'm tired of understanding... everything... everyone...

To think that I have a family, a work, a special someone, money, and time to squander... yet I always find everything not enough... there will always something to adjust... it's not that they are not enough, but I am. And I am so spent, God. 

I don't have anything to give anymore.

Saturday, February 20, 2021

Thursday, February 4, 2021