Sometimes it feels as if the whole world is bearing down on me, as if the worlds troubles were in my control to change.
Sometimes I feel that nobody wants me around except for some laughs, as if what other people thought about me was more important than my savior who died and gave his life for me (Gal. 2:20).
Sometimes I feel that there is only darkness, as if I didn't know the light of the world shining forth from me (Matt. 5:14).
Sometimes I feel that I have to be perfect, as if God didn't know that I am broken and has put people around me to help pick up my pieces.
Sometimes I feel as if there's more I need to do, as if what Christ accomplished in his death and resurrection weren't enough and I only do because he did.
Sometimes I feel like God made a mistake choosing me, as if God makes mistakes in extending grace and mercy.
Sometimes I feel like I am the only person who matters, as if others need me to function and God needed me for anything.
Sometimes I feel as if only God would break down my stupid pride so that all that would shine forth from my broken and beaten body is the treasure that God delights to place in broken vessels (2 Cor. 4:7-12).
I am afflicted in every way, but not crushed. I am perplexed, but not driven to despair. I am persecuted, but not forsaken. I am struck down, but not destroyed. Always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, SO THAT the life of Jesus may also be manifested in my body.
