Hey,
Beautiful,
let me address something right now. That I don't want to hear. These utterances of death-
I am not pretty. She is smarter. They hate me. I can't. I'm a loser. I don't belong. No one cares. I suck at life. Leave me alone. I can't aduIt. I want to die. I am afraid.
How about trying on a nice soft long cozy gown of gratitude, sitting down in your rocking chair of humility and sipping a long soothing hearty glass of chamomile and lemon honey 1 Kings.
There, now doesn't that feel better. Don't be so blue, Jesus still and always will love
You.
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