Sometimes it feels good, the communication is topnotch, it doesn’t feel forced.
Other times, I have to remind myself to talk to Him, I have to nudge myself to read His letters.
I’m hot today and cold tomorrow.
I hate the distance, I try to avoid it, but it seems inevitable.
Why can’t I wake up by 5 to talk to Him?
Why do I always wait till things get out of my control before I hand them to Him?
Didn’t He say I should give all to Him?
Is this some form of disobedience?
Dear Lord, I’m trying. I struggle and I know you see my struggles.
I don’t like the distance.
How can I bridge the distance?
I’m asking questions I have answers to already.
Because I am desperate.
I look around and see people enjoy the communion we used to have.
I want it back.
I want all of it.
I miss You.
I hate the distance.
I should go back.
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