Losing my illusions.
My beautiful girls interrupt me with Papa! With Acadian roots, the French word for dad seems more us. Anyways, I didn't get far today.
The emptiness of the tomb. How deep is that moment and that thought?! Recognizing my own emptiness and asking The Lord to fill me. Humbly ask God to remove my shortcomings and doing the work to be in that place. I re-wrote some of the last line because I was using us/our terms to distance myself from God speaking and challenging ME!
I am so used to my own shit that I wallow in that I am scared of a bath and think I don't really smell that bad. Oh Jesus. Help me.
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