Too little

There's nothing like publicizing one's innermost thoughts, don't you think, Jesus? I guess it all goes here? If they knew that all I say to you is, "do your will," and, "if you will it," "thank you," and lately even, "please." How I always get away with, "You know what I want, need, and feel. Fix me! You will fix me if you want to," and the thorn in my side remains and I'm honored and humbled and I'm sick of myself already, may I stop?

I need you. Please, I need you. I need to be empty of me and full of you.

Just wisdom.

And thank you for your mercy.

I was never great at prayer. I don't think I need to be when we connect. Thank you for that, too.