Polka Dot Shoes Make Me Happy, but not Enough to Give me Rest.

Sigh.


I pressed and pulled on every side.

Yet I am not crushed.

I am pursecuted (I'm not even sure why, what did I do to anyone?! C'mon. grow up!!!)

Yet I'm not abandoned.

I am so hard-knocked, I'm struck down, yet I'm not destroyed.


And now, Dear Lord, I'm weary and I am soo tired. I'm tired. I'm in need of something. prayer maybe.


Could those of you who come here, pray for me when you think about it?

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Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:15