"for everything there is a season"
why does this season have to be so hard? God i know i asked you to break me, did you have to do it so well?
last night God brought issues so long repressed that i cant think of a good analogy to use. i have such a problem trusting my friends, leadership, girls,(my friends with girls) and even God. i am so scared of rejection that i am often paralyzed of doing what God wants for me. "the fear of man is a snare" and i have been snagged quite well.
God is bringing healing. do it quick lord! i hate feeling these emotions. i hate not being in control. i hate not looking perfect. i hate it when the real me peeks out.
make the real me look like thee, lord
more of you less of me, lord
break me into thy mold
refine me till' i am as gold
5:58 p.m. - 2002-02-16
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