Lord, help me.
i've been having a hard time praying lately. i bow my head, fold my hands, close my eyes and try to focus on God... but i can't. the only words that come to my mind are: Lord, help me. it frustrates me that i can't interpret the tuggings of my heart, i can't parse the thoughts of my mind, i can't transpose the singing of my soul. especially now, as i feel like i'm the most open/vulnerable i've ever allowed myself to be.
on the 7-train, as my head leans back against the car wall: Lord, help me... walking down through manhattan with my chin tucked into the opening of my coat, i breathe: Lord, help me... sitting alone in a plush leather chair in a conference room and surrounded by legal documents, post-its and rubber bands: Lord, help me.
Lord, help me. Lord, help me. Lord, help me.
i've been having a hard time praying lately. i bow my head, fold my hands, close my eyes and try to focus on God... but i can't. the only words that come to my mind are: Lord, help me. it frustrates me that i can't interpret the tuggings of my heart, i can't parse the thoughts of my mind, i can't transpose the singing of my soul. especially now, as i feel like i'm the most open/vulnerable i've ever allowed myself to be.
on the 7-train, as my head leans back against the car wall: Lord, help me... walking down through manhattan with my chin tucked into the opening of my coat, i breathe: Lord, help me... sitting alone in a plush leather chair in a conference room and surrounded by legal documents, post-its and rubber bands: Lord, help me.
Lord, help me. Lord, help me. Lord, help me.
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