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Even When

my knowledge concerning the track record I've kept was correct, it was never the way I desired it to pan out.

Apparently I can't make good choices.
Perhaps, why I have an indecisive mind now.

His voice enters my head, and tells me what I should do.
What I need to do.

I just can't seem to listen to it, when it comes to these decisions at least.

Honestly, I heard it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...
I fought it; I fought Him.
But He was right.

It's always been preached to me.
I've said it myself.
What do I need to do?

WAIT.

I need more than drive, more than advice, more than clarity.
I need all He has to offer.

No one looks out for me like Him.
He knows me better than anyone.
I should leave this for Him as well.
There's no way I can find it.
The odds of that are one in a trillion.

But He will.



"There's still your worried mouth
To match your worried eyes
The only two things left to find"

No longer.







It always feels amazing to give these chains up.
And it's even more amazing that He takes them.

I love God.