Oh man....it feels tight around the chest area when frustration arise. That is possible that there is still remains of a not fully recovered heart. Perhaps as one is still unsure of what is to come, the anxiety and all the pressure mounts up, not alleviated. Oh God oh God. I just cry out that may your will be done. May your purpose be revealed so that I can seek comfort by your rod and staff.
Going own way, not sure of where to go. How much possible it can be now for me as I walk through this period. Look at me God. Just Look at me....
I am a flower quickly fading
My leaves are curling up
The stem that holds me up weakens.
As my petals fall as the wind blows
My stalks waiver along
like hands raised to the sky
reaching out for His hand.
As all my beauty petal-ed away
a flower fades off for the birth of a new fruit.
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