"Papa God, Please pay attention!
Can you make sense of these ramblings,
my groans and cries?
Papa god, I need your help
Every morning you'll hear me at it again
Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on your altar and wait"
And that cry was originally from David, a man after God's own heart. If he struggled daily, who am I to assume I can or should do better. I get so frustrated with myself as I try and fail, try and fail, hurt those around me as I try to get healing myself...
This messy process seems to much for a black and white, perfectionist....
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