Somedaysjustseemlikeeverthingrunstogetherwithoutrhymeorreasononandon
quicklyjumpingfromtasktotaskwithoutpauseorbreaksthatwouldgreatlyhelp thingstomakesensepeoplenolongeragreeoneventhebasicboundariesIwould
loveitiftheywouldstayoutofmypersonalspaceweneedroomsomepeoplenever
getinsyncwiththeflowofanabundantlifeandreducethemselvestobeingan
obstacletobeavoidedordrivenoverslowly. God help us.
How can that be
any form of freedom?
Help, Father, sort this out for me.
It is crazy here. I need
your council.
Life is easier when we give each other space.
Teach me to fly above the
turmoil, today.
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