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The word this week is release.
My mind goes round and round on this self made treadmill, hamster wheel of endless thoughts on who I am, why I am this way, why I just can’t seem to be like everyone else.
Sadness overtakes me when least expected. Why? Where does it come from? It hits me out of the clear blue sky for no apparent reason other than I have a weird brain that has a mind all it’s own.
How did I end up living in the age of the cult of personality when it seems like the only good people are the popular people and so I strive and strive to be like them when all I want to be is myself?
Oh that I could surrender all these swirling thoughts and silly desires to the Lord once and for all, to feel the sweet release of freedom He is calling me into, never to waver or be tossed about on the opinions of this world ever again.