Struggling Through Life
I grow so weary of this battle. The battle between what I want, and what I desire. Everyday I struggle to put God first. So often, I feel so alone. This enemy I am facing seems to suck all hope out of me. How can I even lose sight of you? You are always there, and yet, so often, I close my eyes and refuse to see you. I ask you for someone who I can relate to, yet you can relate to me. You know me better than I even know myself. I despise how human I am, yet I long to embrace it. Each day is a battle. I so often get covered in the carnage of it, yet you remain there and wash me clean once again. You guide my sword and slay my enemies. I feel as though I have grown so much, yet accomplished so little. Without you, I am dead. A limp body; my blood flowing thick on the ground. Mocked by my enemies. Kicked and battered. But you give me life. Give me allies. Give me weapons to fight my battle. You guide my hand and kill my enemies. Not all at once, like I would ask, but one by one, as you know best. Keep me humble and focused on you. You are there for me, towering over my problems like a behemoth over an ant hill. What are they compared to you? Nothing. I pray that I don't ever lose sight of that.
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