Feb 17, 2012

My mind has been scattered with confusion about peace.  I want to write so bad, only to feel it slightly premature.  I was not created to share love with my mouth, which has cost me at times.  It is sad to chase this "emotional peak" with alcohol and music.  I want to help this world so bad but cannot if I don't help myself.  The more I pray the harder it gets.  How much confidence can You have in me?  There is already no doubt in my head you exist... because I've felt you before.  
I want that again... like any human would with the knowledge of Your existence.