Aparchologeo
Prayer Warrior
God- you give me so many blessings, and so many bricks, the groundwork for all my heart desires- I know they can and will come to me. But I am a weak spined fool. And I cause hurt out of my own unresolved hurt and stay in habits that slow me down and keep me low despite better choices that can lead me to better things shining right in front of me. God forgive me for spitting on your blessings, for mocking your mercy. I do not know what to ask for. I know I look like a fool and I could be doing so much better. God please help me, even if it causes me hurt, help me to grow for my own good, whatever that may mean.