I am dry as dry gets. Could it get worse? I am sure that it could, but it feels like brittle bones and dry, dusty earth on a 100 million degree desert walk.
My worship does little to bring in the Presence, even while running.
My prayer time in the morning is nill. I have had to tell the LORD, “I just dont know what to pray.” I dont have words.
My weight bothers me. I hang around 179. 175 feels good to me. It’s funny how just 4 lbs can take me out of the spirit.
I am going to do a 21-day fast. There are several birthdays coming up with my mom, Laura and Jordan. But, I plan on starting the day after Jordan’s. I guess I will just do juice. That’s it. That’s enough.
God, break through for me!