so for believers there is eternal life. death lost its sting. so there’s one way to live.
think im going through some thorny times. rough patches. jagged twists. hurts. He’s faithful. He wants me to be faithful. (i dare not announce on social media platforms whether I am or not.)
God is my judge. Please Lord forgive me for the number of times.. I relapse. Your son is perfect, and I in him am covered by his righteousness. Nothing, good or bad, I do, contributes to my salvation. No more Nike’s “Just Do It” campaign that’s been getting people to fail themselves and feel inadequate more than they started.
Just faith. Just Scripture. Just grace.
She says that she hopes that she’s someone I prayed for, while I’m sitting here like, I don’t deserve a milli-rocking-second of her attention. For her to even remember my name..
while im telling her not to eat mcD’s I’m here ordering a double cheese burger happy meal with gogurts and fries with no salt. I’m a wreck and not talking the potbelly sandwich.
please Lord take everything away from what I don’t need right now.