Money
Money, money money money. I'm sad. My Abba owns the cattle on a thousand hills and yet we can't afford to buy a $35.00 hammock. Jesus help me get over this! I don't need a hammock! But boy do I want one. I haven't wanted to sit and sulk like this in forever. All of a sudden I don't want to do anything. Where is my faith? Where is the continual praise that is supposed to be proceeding out of my mouth? Hallelujah! It seems so empty, forced. God is still worthy yes he is. Oh help. oh oh oh oh oh... Help. Help us, help us help us.