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Fear. Worry. Anxiety. Panic. It's at these times when i feel my faith depleting. Perhaps not so much of Him as a lack of faith in myself. *wEEPs* am already picturing the blueprint of the new rjc grounds...and trying to pick a secluded spot where i can bawl my eyes out... Yet. Already i'm tearing. I doubt it's the gallons of water i force down my throat everyday at school, overflowing... A prayer. A miracle. An act of mercy. A show of grace. "Let the weak say I am strong... Let the poor say I am rich... Because of what the Lord has done in me" I want to be obedient. I want to walk on water. For You. Tough, but it won't bring me down..
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