Lord, I know You have things under control, but I think I'll help.
I wrestle the measuring cup away; the bread falls flat.
Stop making your own plans, Jessimica; let Me handle everything for you.
SMerfing is hard. Not physically, but mentally, emotionally. I battle every day to keep my guard up, to stay positive. I feel as if I have nothing to blame my downs on.
I've become a hermit to protect myself, to run away from problems. My room is my haven.
...my lightbulb is burned out.
I don't feel like letting this little light of mine shine.
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