Perhaps the mixture of knowing them...
A responsibility that I feel guilty of not being able to meet sufficiently.
Some needed changes that I feel resistant towards.
Some areas that have to be forgone even when they bring comfort in distressing moments.
I am unwilling.
Certain words don't bring assurance.
But nonetheless...
I am willing to be made willing.
Let it be no longer I.
God, my Jehovah Jireh.
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