I've been wishing I could have my doors and windows boarded so that storms wouldn't come swaying me like one piece of thin paper. I want to be a fighter who fights for control, a fighter who fights for my soul.
One day to another, I kept listening, kept seeing, kept trying to understand how every single one around me so confident of their accomplishments they made. But you know what, I have something - something which I feel like a voice in my head. It tells me that they don't look how dark days would be like. Matthew 16:26: For what profit is it to a man if he gains the world and loses his own soul?
We need to get outside of our convenient cage sometimes!
I want to have faith.
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