The Struggle Is Real (Diary)
If I were to write a poem of truth, well ok...
To desire is to lust, and to lust is to sin. And at the end of sin is a place of hellish torment...right?
So let me get this straight, in my own self inflicted torment of the present, putting desire away, I also save myself from torment only in the eternal sense.
And if I fail in every other subject of life, tho I put lust away, I still fail and get hell eternally?
This is depressing, because I suck at life.
And then, because my concious is so overly unaturally alert, I can't just let myself say ah heck with it and live it up.
Oh this battle!!!
It's like knowing all the odds are against you, yet the alternative is not even an option.
I keep hearing Grace in my 🌽
But most of all Grace and Mercy!