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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I am a mess

I do what I don't want to do, and I don't do what I should do.
I don't love as I should.
I want to quit when things get tough, and I don't give all of myself to others.

I am a mess.

And I am ok with that.

Because no matter how messy I become, I know there is one greater than me who can clean me up.
Someone whose thongs I would also be unworthy to tie.
And He's ok with me, too.
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