troubled heart in the morning

My heart gets pulled in directions. I don't "know" if they can't coexist. My spirit is weak. Hence a priority list I need to keep. I was taught that I need to be careful about fiction. It is not to be taken obsessively. My semi-conscious spirit cries for Your presence, and wants not to be drown in eye-popping vanity. May "I" be cleansed by Your corrections. May "I" be humbled in Your sovereignty. May "I" run into Your embrace. May "I" awe in Your wonders and awesomeness. May "I" know who my lord is.

too many words

in the last few days.

may Sunday be Sunday.

I can't stay away from You without losing myself.