I contemplate whether it's an orange creamcicle kind of day. I'm 73.4% sure it is, but that's just not enough to convince this girl to wear her orange sherbet pants. Not even three hours later am I eating an orange popsicle and spill it all over my grey and blue outfit and I realize that it really was a Bacardi breezer pant kind of day.
And that's how I feel...
Just so out of sync with what is actually going on in my own life. As if blue and grey are the colours of my days, when in reality there's a bright sun rise and sun set.
And so I pray...
I pray that you would catch me up to speed.
That you would sync my soul to your heart and your will.
That you would speak your truth words all over my life, at the beginning of each day and at the close of each night.
That your patience and love would push through every minute of writers block.
That your goodness and mercy would swallow up all of my despair and hopelessness.
Delight on me and I you.
Again and again sweet Jesus the Light.
I love you. My other. My Holy.
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