I’m tired. Just plain tired.
I need Jesus so badly. My world crumbles when I start trying to do things on my own.
I’ve had a weird peace lately. Perhaps it’s closer to numbness. Maybe I’m so tired of making plans and seeing them fail that I’ve just closed myself off to feeling. I’m not sure really. I trust it though, and that may be stupid.
My whole life, or so it seems, I’ve trusted God and loved him. I never seem close enough. It’s been a while since faith has felt real. It more feels like walking. Something I barely take notice I’m doing. I don’t think that is all bad. Sometimes I just think it’d be nice if faith was sparkly and vibrant. I guess it’s like how you can’t set up house on the mountain.
