Faith is so fragile sometimes.
“Forgive me for swaying like the wind, with my thoughts and intentions cluttered with doubt and fear. Hope deferred truly makes the heart sick. So much of my desires have clouded my mind and soul simply because my heart is not centered on You. I’ve been broken several times over, only to be mended each time leaving a scar of cynicism and despair.
Dear Father, would you please fix Your child? According to thy will, would you allow a seed to grow… again?”