A week

How could a week destroy me?
The shakable was shaken.
My prayer is the same.
Wound me
I am Yours

Don't let me go
Help me to stay focused on my goal,
my prize, is You.

Help!

I ask for a new hunger? A more lasting hunger? The fire is here. And I've had the shakable shaken. Now all that's left is truth. And truth is weaker than what I thought.

But I can deal with truth.
Help me.
I am weaker than I thought I was.

Sorry for taking up the sin again. The sin of glorifying myself. I am here for Your glory alone. I exist for Your sake. Let nothing change that. May You increase and I decrease.

In all things.
Amen.