"So he called to him, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.'" Luke 16:24
i am dying.
slowly, day by day, i can feel a little more of myself wither away. i have fallen far from the Lord's presence.
it's as if i am limping aimlessly in this suffocating heat that may very well be Satan's domain. cut off from my vine, i can no longer live a life pleasing to Him. i fear the Lord is no longer by my side. i feel as though Christ has abandoned me on the roadside to leave me to die.
i can't feel anything anymore. hate, love, anger, distress, joy. all emotions have left me. i am a heartless wanderer in the inferno that is this earth. without my shepherd, i am doomed to drift throughout this world without neither meaning nor purpose.
i am dead.
i am dying.
slowly, day by day, i can feel a little more of myself wither away. i have fallen far from the Lord's presence.
it's as if i am limping aimlessly in this suffocating heat that may very well be Satan's domain. cut off from my vine, i can no longer live a life pleasing to Him. i fear the Lord is no longer by my side. i feel as though Christ has abandoned me on the roadside to leave me to die.
i can't feel anything anymore. hate, love, anger, distress, joy. all emotions have left me. i am a heartless wanderer in the inferno that is this earth. without my shepherd, i am doomed to drift throughout this world without neither meaning nor purpose.
i am dead.
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