Day one: I’m prompted, I’m moved, I choose wrongly.
Day two: I’m prompted, I’m moved, I choose wrongly.
And so on. Nothing changes. “I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake… I gotta get outta here, and I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.”
I’m afraid that after so many opportunities to choose rightly and failing, that I will become callused and then hopelessly embedded in cement shoes of the soul.
This can’t keep happening. Something’s gotta change. And that’s what makes me so very afraid…
