My how crunched I feel, jam-packed in this case of life. Could I say that it is my school’s fault? Perhaps. Could I mention the things that clothe my world in distress? Maybe. All parts of me feel like screaming “GET ME OUT OF THIS!”

But wait.

There is One who has come before me. Ah, yes… His grace is sufficient for me.

What jumbled mishap infests my sole!
My eyes are tired. His hands are cold.
These dreams remind me of what now takes toll.

“The end has come!” ticks the lifeless clock.
The drops of memory now must stop.
Get up! Carry on! Walk! Walk! Walk!

Lots happening. Mawzie is in the hospital, moving her stuff to her new place, I’m trying to find a car (still), make sure i can pay for college, figuring out my classes still, buy book, having relationship issues, and working on 5 different websites.

I am in this storm. The Lord new I would be in this storm. He knows that I can handle it. He knows that I don’t have to panic. He knows I do not need to be stressed. I can panic like the disciples did when they faced a storm or I can take it upon myself to calm the storm inside me and sit next to Christ who has remained calm and pray.

God is strong. I’m tired of avoiding what he can do for me. I’m tired of putting him at the end of the list. I’ve got to give him my all. Stop becoming a monotonous Christian and actively become a disciple of Christ Jesus. It’s love and compassion that wins the heart, not judgment and persecution.

Christ is real. I know where I’m going. If faced with the knife I must be ready. For I no longer live but Christ lives in me. I have already given up myself. There’s nothing else to defend, there’s nothing else to protect. There’s only God.