An open plea to God

Help. Me.

Reign Sovereign over all my decisions, over my emotions, over the words I speak, over the air I breathe, over the songs I sing.

Giving Up going to Josh's wedding in Sydney for this. The last I need, is an amplification of my doubts that this might not be worth the sacrifice, but really, who knows best?

Shine a lamp unto my feet and light up my path dear God.

Take away the throbbing hurt in my heart, the burden on my shoulders, and the load of my chest.

The people closest to me don't know what I'm going through, simply because I never know how to explain myself to them. But also because, every attempt at explanation always results in endless questions and belittlement.

I always believed all these trials and tribulations prepared me to be stronger for the worser things to come.

Why do i expect worse things to come when I should expect only the best?

If I had your support, nothing else would matter.

Feeling so lost.

My shepherd will find me.

He always does.