The paucity of encouragement really deprives my motivation. And in response, I turn to God. Right then, I am directed to the derivative of strength. When I am weak I am strong. I am broken but not dead.
But.
Sometimes I am just so tired of everything. The discordant array of events in my life really break me. Is it really rash of me to speak such a sentence when I know I cannot afford these moments of halt. I confront this with accost but not with action.
But.
I really want to change. I want to be permeated in the grace of God, in the river of encouragement, in the shadow of his wings. I want to be contained within.
God, Please Provide.
