Jesus.
Hosanna.
Father.
Dad.
I'm panicking. I shouldn't, but I am. My mind feels heavy with the weight of stress lately. Too many things happening. Too often I take on the stress of other people and normally that's a problem. But I feel that the majority of this stress is my own.
Don't get me wrong; my life is great.
I'm just overwhelmed. I don't even know what I'm really trying to say here. I just know that I need you to hear me. And I need you to give me overwhelming peace. And let me know that you hear me.
I love you.
Mold me to be like you.
Like Jesus.
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