Monday, March 16, 2009

The inner edge gradually engulfs the soft-fuzzy exterior.

I don't know whether I want to break out or implode. I want to love Jesus, for sure, and live for him but I feel like I am closer to moral melt-down than missionary status.
I am exhausted from fighting off my sinful nature every day. I fight and fight...
I do.
Why is it so hard to give up control? Of course I can't make it long on my own. *sigh* Sunday school answers hitting hard once again.

In reality, I am far from any sort of major faith catastrophe, but I am just so sick of numb, or worse.

mehhhhhhhhhhhh