Anagniosyne
Humble Servant of All
Dear Lord, through my own great design, I have failed so many times. Here I am in a place where, everyday I just survive. The things I have worked on in my life, where I thought I would be reaping greatly, for the amount I have sown, are monetarily fruitless and in essence don’t help myself build on them. Clearly I chose wrong and focused wrong. I had no idea how my life would turn out and now to see how worthless my honed skills are is disheartening. I am without words now Lord, but I come to you again, broken, hurting, scared, and I don’t know what to do. I keep praying for help and I just don’t know. I love you and thank you.