"Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters wherever You would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Savior."
I miss the faith I had. I miss that mustard seed that could move mountains. It is as if the passion is deteriorating. This is not where I want to be, but I know as I sit and dwell on this there is a stirring in my heart. I want to be back in that place where joy overtook fear, where love was the greatest example. My hearts desire is to serve you Lord, "the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." My heart aches at the thought of serving you, yet there's the hindrance, the obstacle, the battle of being "young, wild, and free." I beat myself up about it all the time and it breaks my heart to know that I am not whole heartedly pleasing you. For how can I serve a mighty God one moment and the next go out for a joyride? In this I cannot find peace, and this is my prayer.
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