This is annoying
I'd; rather feel apathy than a string of utter disappointment/ or strings of condemnation brought on by the world.
Elusiveness may not be a substitution for persecution, but sometimes it just fits like a glove.
And the idea of being in love with the idea of being in love is heartbreaking, although it may hold its seasons of joy and happiness....great happiness. Closeness, communion.
It's the anticipation of these things that cause me to feel the plunder of ruin. I'd rather not feel anything at all and have my sole devotion rest upon the Lord, rather than the idea of doing my part...er I mean, allowing the next memoir to be written. Except, it's not about me, it's about the one who holds the Invisible pen of the universe.
-~-I am a vessel in need of the endless supply of his energy that consumes me- Jesus: That it is.-~-
I hate hanging in the balances of this life, all or nothing.
Except for learning the practices of the fruits of the spirit: Such as love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.
Although I'd calmly like to not disappoint you, with my irreverent needs....perhaps not irreverent.
But I'd like to say that they are.
Ramble... lol.
- I'll probably have energy tomorrow.
Annyway!