Everywhere I look, on every side of the coin, I'm told to be angry about something or someone. It's seems I'm always called to anger by this world.
Lord, please help me to stop shoulding on myself. Really, it's become a terrible habit.
With each indulgence of clamor, a piece of myself goes missing. Slowly, over time, I become fractured.
Once love gets inside of your soul, it tangles and binds itself firmly. It can be healing, hurtful, wonderful, painful, perfect, agonizing.
Lord, help me to dismantle the idols in my life.