I’m weak. My faith is wet under the blanket of self-pity. I loath it (the latter). I wish I were better – stronger, brighter, cleaner, clearer, more unquestioning, braver. I wish my faith blazed white instead of colors dirtied by selfishness. Help me to trust You. Take away fear and concern for function and convenience. Burn me up inside-out. Do it instantly, don’t ask me again. Take me.
My Faith
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