There's something in me that tells me I'm not really good enough... something that calls me to be less than I'm worth. There's something that constantly reminds me of the falsity that there is nothing beautiful or delightful contained inside my soul. There's something in me that tells me to stop moving forward... to stop growing up... to stop fulfilling my obligations. Something's telling me that complacency is okay, that revolt against a divine plan is acceptable. There's something... no, everything inside me is telling me that any pain I feel is deserved, that I wasn't created for amy specific purpose... that I will always be unwhole.
But, You work inside of me. You constantly make motion of the dead. If anything in me is wrong, You set out to change it. You find me beautiful. You find me delightful. You make me worthy. You fill the unwhole.
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Goodbye individual state rights. Well... eventually. I didn't think there were so many stupid people in Missouri.
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"Become a nun, and I'll leave you alone." I laughed out loud as I read this statement from a friend in a Facebook message earl...
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Okay, so... I'm a couple of edits away from self-publishing my first novel. However, I need to figure out some stuff with the cover art....
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