FROG

i seem to have grown in division with myself


in self-evaluation, its always painful to note that we've failed. that at the end of our travels in a season of passing time, we cannot say that we finished well, that we've managed to shed the binds that must be shed, that we've learnt, progressed, grown, changed for the better. because that must be the goal of our travels no?
its been said that realizing we've strayed from the right road, stopping, turning back and returning to the point we begun to stray - is progress too.

there is something essential for me to learn here. there must be.
i need to be broken on my knees.. my only rescue and hope - my God my Promise, my God who knows and carries me, my God who lines up and connects the dots in my life, my all in all.