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you know what, i just wanna finish this TV programme.. i dun even feel like praying..
God, you understand right, this is like the only time i fellowship with my family - u understand
Joanne. Joanne. Joanne.


i dun need this aggravation right now - i mean, i have so many other things to do - God, make up your mind, which do you want me to do first???
Ok.. God, I get where you're coming from, seek you first and all tt right.. but dude, you need to explain like step-by-step man, i dun see how juggling all this is do-able!!!
Come Joanne, step out of your boat and walk to me. Even when you start sinking, you only have to call out. Step out and watch me do a miracle!

God, if these ppl go through so much with you and they still backslide, where does that put me??
I think i'm gonna sleep on this.
I will never forsake you - remember my goodness.

God, everything's messed up. Sometimes it seems like i can't get into the lives of ppl i love. Can't help or give anything. I don't wanna deal w ppl anymore, it's just complicated. it hurts.
God, I'm waiting to see your hand on these ppl i care so much abt. It's depressing me.
Come, am i not enough for you? My love never changes. Didn't when you turned away, shan't now and never will. 'A flickering lamp I will not snuff out, come you who are heavily laden and I will give you rest'.

I don't understand!
God, one day, pls explain this to me.
My girl, I can't wait to show you all the ways I've planned and designed ur life, so that you'll become the best you can be!


I once got guilty and hung up over my negative reactions to stuff around me.
Now I know it's something that will change if I stay in God, or it's just a mental assault.

I once tried to explain away my doubts in nice righteous language so i'll just limp along in my faith without questioning God.
Now I know that He wants me to relate honestly.

I once got too busy to listen.
Now I am training and recognizing that small voice.

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