YOU MAKE IT EASIER WHEN LIFE GETS HARD.
Do you? Do you really?
You make life harder than it already is; harder than it should be; harder than it needs to be. (You are the last thing I need right now.)
Been doing some of my own thoughts lately and maybe, just maybe, it might be time for change. I am so tired, and this is getting old. I am so sick of having to feel sick, or sorry, or tired even. This needs to end. We'll find a way somehow. Compromise, or.
Life is funny. Death is a part of life, albeit it ironic. If, in this death, I can be given new life - why not? Yes, just as He died to give us life. It is going to be but a new beginning, marked by an end of the prior. Above all else, I hold on to the simple and endearing truth that Jesus loves me more than you can or ever will.
... Is that supposed to comfort me, then?