I guess, there will never be a time when we can stand right before God.
Actually, it's not a guess.
Not in my own strength and righteousness.
Because whatever season I am in, my life is always filled with brokenness and imperfections.
When I wanna run away, He hem me in behind and before.
He feels far away, but He's just right here, with His hands laid on my head.
I'm afraid of the consequences I have to face as a result of my decisions.
But I'm too tired to be afraid.
"Raise up your hands if you want to come home to Jesus."
But... I'm too tired to raise up my hands.
If I have to go home, Jesus, come and carry me home please.
I'm sorry. I'm such a wreck.
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