I am not talking about a physical disability.
I am talking about my life.
Oh, I start out OK.
First thing in the morning...I am seeking after Him.
Then I either shoot myself in the foot.
Shoot my mouth off.
Cut off my nose to spite my face.
Blind in one eye and can't see out of the other.
And then, once again, I am crying out...
Take the wheel.
I can't do this on my own.
I am letting go.
Give me one more chance.
And save me from this road I'm on....
And then He does.
Anyone else ever feel like that?
In Christ alone,