"Do you think you lack confidence in general," he asked. Which is a silly question, a rhetorical question. Not ready to serve, not ready to love, not ready to meet people and make friends, not ready to let go of my pride etc. Then she said, "you know there's something you're supposed to do and then there's something you can do. So what now?" She always has the easiest questions with the toughest answers. Tough because it's searingly true and honesty can be brutal.
Brutal, I muttered in my sleep. I need better sleep.
Pray, love, grow, think. Maybe not in that sequence but that's the plan, the remedy, the Chemical X to my Powerpuff Girls. Or at least I hope. I need some answers, God, and I need to know why I can't hear You ):
Day 7.
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