I am struggling. God knows I am.
Doing the right thing is always difficult, but you want to know what's REALLY difficult? Thinking the right thing too.
I just got off the phone with Talia. Did our usual weekly praying for each other thing.
I have been feeling weak all week (HAHHHH).
But today takes the prize for "killing me softly".
*cue sad song*
I feel ripped apart by my stupid emotions, my wild imagination and my silly brain. I'd like to think that at the age of four and twenty, I would have outgrown certain immature teenage tendencies. But I guess not. The struggle is back with a vengeance and my life is on the line. I see two paths before me and the urge to walk on the broad path to destruction is overwhelming.
But look at me now.
I'm walking away... I never knew it was even humanly possible pour moi. But it is, through Christ!
What would I do with myself if I did not have Him in my life?
And with all that abstract mumbo-jumbo that I just garbled out up there, I shall finish with a quote by Jim Elliot: