seems I no longer have my own words. I know not why this is. Maybe I lack inspiration. Maybe this hell-hole of hedonism drains everything from me.
I do feel drained. I am so tired, so lethargic. Physically and spiritually. I lack sleep, I consumed too many chemicals (I think I had Velveeta in my food--over 24 hours ago and I still feel yucky). I lack rest; the peace, the contentment. I am overwhelmed by the calls of pleasure. Living in this Babylon is wearying. Living in my own lusts is destructive. I have the hope of Christ. I have the transforming power of the Spirit. But immunity to the dastardly ways of the enemy is not mine while I inhabit this body. I thought getting out of the state would clear my mind, but here, newly returned from beauty, I am even more exhausted. I need more than a new location--I need the refreshing scenery as a complement to the words of life. I have not been reading enough, and it shows. How I need to pore over his love letters!
Oh, how I need him!
I do feel drained. I am so tired, so lethargic. Physically and spiritually. I lack sleep, I consumed too many chemicals (I think I had Velveeta in my food--over 24 hours ago and I still feel yucky). I lack rest; the peace, the contentment. I am overwhelmed by the calls of pleasure. Living in this Babylon is wearying. Living in my own lusts is destructive. I have the hope of Christ. I have the transforming power of the Spirit. But immunity to the dastardly ways of the enemy is not mine while I inhabit this body. I thought getting out of the state would clear my mind, but here, newly returned from beauty, I am even more exhausted. I need more than a new location--I need the refreshing scenery as a complement to the words of life. I have not been reading enough, and it shows. How I need to pore over his love letters!
Oh, how I need him!
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