i know i've said that before, but i don't think that i believe that it's true.
and i feel like a rotting piece of fruit on a kitchen counter filling the air with an acrid sweetness, having the form of something pleasing to the body, but lacking any goodness in nourishment, taste or touch.
i need help starting new habits, please.
and i need help breaking bad, old ones too.
fill me, Lord; i'm just tired.
strengthen me, Lord; i don't think i have the capacity.
and help me to remember, Lord,
that in the face of everything, the old covenant, the world or anything in the world, desires and plans, all that shimmers but fades,
jesus is better.
