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I can figure it out…

At least I always think I can.  Its my first inclination when I realize somethings wrong.  Just figure it out.  Find the problem and fix it.  Just spend a few hours thinking about it.  I can fix it.  The frustration sets in.  I get frustration with God, frustration with myself.  I force feelings that aren’t there.  I close my eyes tight in worship and raise my hands high, but I don’t feel His presence.  And slowly God fades to the background, and all my religiosity turns to slavish labor.  All I can see is me.

One day, I’ll wake up.  “What happened to me?  Didn’t I used to pray?  Didn’t I used to feel peace?”  I’ll realize that I’m missing the whole point.  I can’t figure it out.  I just need to seek Jesus; to pray, to fast, and to read His word.

I don’t need answers; I need Him.  He is the answer…

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