I am broken.
Lord, help me. This head and this body are useless. My head is constantly in pain, and I need You to take it away. I am blinded by the pain. It's so hard for me to see You through when I am blinded. The stresses of this world and this life have brought me to the edge and I cannot take it anymore. Allow me to cry. These emotions have built up and I cannot carry them anymore. Take it away. I am nothing.
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. -Phil. 3:12-14
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- Melissa
- I'm loved by my Creator. I'm being sanctified every day into the likeness of the Perfect One... Ultimately, I'm called to love people like Jesus does. I'm not perfect, but try and shine my light, so that others might catch a glimpse of who He is.
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"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God." -2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Can I share my comfort with you? Are you free tomorrow night?
I am free tomorrow night :)
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