Why do I do this to myself? Why is it easier to believe the lie and medicate those lies with everything other than truth?
I am realizing more and more how desperate I am for the man named Jesus, the Lord, the King of Kings.
I go searching for other things to fill the void, but not one satisfies. Not one.
My ideals of the things I know nothing of, shout my name.
Though it's much more difficult than I'd like, I choose truth.
I choose to shut my ears to the calling of the unwanted [yet so wanted].
The thing is, I know nothing of the what my heart and soul truly long for.
I see it wrapped differently...
[and so very appealing]
Differently than that which my Lover has for me.
As attractive as it seems, it's not for me. Not now.
So I cling to what feels like the last ounce of hope.
I, tattered and worn, resolve to fight.
Fight harder.
