amontgomery1978
Servant of All
Bad day for depression and for diabetes. And for sick, defeated, broke, and broken servant struggling to see the light of day.I know God is near, but I'm so embroiled in what's swirling around me I can't see him. I feel him still in the room, though. Bad day at work, bills piling up, feeling horrible, getting stitches out of the hand I sliced last week. Just a bad bad day all around. Lord, I could use some real hope - some real big problem solved - to help ease this. I don't care which one. I gave them all to you last night and I'm not taking them back. You fix things in your own time at your own will. I surrender. Thought I'd ask. As I said - thy will be done. I have nothing left to offer and nothing left to give. I have nothing to bargain with. My life is yours if you still want it, though I deserve to live with the pigs. Make of it what you will. Just a bad bad day to be at the bottom of the pig trough.
