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?