I could always play “the grass is greener” game and I could always cry out “woe is me,” both involuntarily. Involuntarily because both expressions tend to ring true in myself.
Every morning, it takes more than the effort made by an average person to get out of bed, take care of personal business, then prepare him/herself for a normal day of work. For me at least. I’m incapable of burying all emotions beneath into the deep soil and work mindlessly.
I fear the outside world and its inhabitants.
I allow my mind to run restlessly and wallow in sentiments of extreme fear, anxiety and despair.
I don’t know how to thank the Lord for having Saved His beloved child and let the simple Gospel itself be an encouragement for even one day.
…but I want to know. I want the powerful existence of God to be reason for Life (because it is).