I feel like my crisis no longer exists. What’s my purpose. If not to suffer than how to grow? He’s near the broken hearted on earth below. So how do I fix that I’m too happy. I don’t want a vice or chaos, just for God to speak.
I don’t want to steer off the path. My plan is okay but I don’t know the way. I want a virtue or holiness but all I ask for is gifts. So much clutter in my home never fills me but something I want is to not be filthy.
I wanna be profound, or Clever or witty. But simply put my humor isn’t without or within me. I get a source a thought or a wish. But is this a plan of His?
Something greater but it could be worse. I don’t expect blessings the sign could be a doubt but who knows.
Addiction can cause a cognitive dissonance that could lead to an infection of questioning. Is this actually wrong. Can I bend or will I break. Addiction to wrong will lead no no right at all if I could write one thing…. Heavens not gonna lower the bar for us. Rise!
How great is the immeasurable insurmountable love of our Father in heaven. We can only reach for things out of our grasp otherwise they’d be handed to us already.
We create our own reality based on how we react. We create our own fathomable eternity by how deeply we contemplate on God and how much we love Him. Different degrees come with differed outcomes.