It is unbelievable how difficult this is. It drives me to agony. I have not known an anxiety like this. There is no peace and solitude. There are days when I just don't want to get out of bed. If I'd just stay here and sleep, nothing can possibly go wrong.
Friends try to send me words of comfort. I thank their sincerity. I want to be comforted. I want to be freed and I want to live with peace. I really wish what they did helped because I want it to help. I am so angry at myself for my inability to change and respond to their kind words.
I already know how the Psalm goes. You really don't have to repeat it.
The road of obedience is so hard. Who can ever actually say that they can deny the passions of their heart so perfectly? Surely that man would have the right to cast the first stone.
I am ripped apart by my own imperfections. I loathe this heart. The uncomfortable reality that really I have no good apart from You drives me to the ground where I might as well return to dust now.
All the saints go through this. Its part of sanctification, of God's discipline. That's what the Word says. Those who are loved are disciplined... you know it.
Enough... I don't want to hear it. Stop just stop. Let me run, like Jonah. To Tarshish. Prepare the merchant ship and let me sleep in its dark cabins.
Its stupid to run. You know how the story ended with Jonah ...
Stop ... I beg you...
When has obeying God ever been easy?
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Yes, when has obeying God ever been easy?
Friends try to send me words of comfort. I thank their sincerity. I want to be comforted. I want to be freed and I want to live with peace. I really wish what they did helped because I want it to help. I am so angry at myself for my inability to change and respond to their kind words.
I already know how the Psalm goes. You really don't have to repeat it.
The road of obedience is so hard. Who can ever actually say that they can deny the passions of their heart so perfectly? Surely that man would have the right to cast the first stone.
I am ripped apart by my own imperfections. I loathe this heart. The uncomfortable reality that really I have no good apart from You drives me to the ground where I might as well return to dust now.
All the saints go through this. Its part of sanctification, of God's discipline. That's what the Word says. Those who are loved are disciplined... you know it.
Enough... I don't want to hear it. Stop just stop. Let me run, like Jonah. To Tarshish. Prepare the merchant ship and let me sleep in its dark cabins.
Its stupid to run. You know how the story ended with Jonah ...
Stop ... I beg you...
When has obeying God ever been easy?
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.
.
.
.
Yes, when has obeying God ever been easy?
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