Weak and Weary (Yet Again)
Whenever I become disillusioned with God, it's only a matter of time before I discover the inconvenient reality; that I'm actually disillusioned with myself. Which leads, of course, to the inevitable question: How can I possibly manage to confuse the two? Lately, I've come to the end of me. I can't write, my impossible homework load piles up as I procrastinate, and sleep deprivation and stress begin to take their toll on my physical health. This is life, but not the life infused with joy and freedom that I ought to be living.


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