I struggle to be a nice person and not yell at my kids in a really mean and even vicious way.
I struggle being a mother.
I struggle to like my three older children sometimes.
I struggle being a wife.
I struggle being a worship leader and not feel like a fraud.
I struggle with rage and outbursts that freak me out.
I struggle to fight off a selfish depression that I could quite easily give into.
I struggle to have close friendships that require me to be truly honest.
I struggle to read my bible.
I struggle to let Jesus really close.
I struggle with the Fruits of the Spirit, and wonder often if I really am saved, or I'd display these much better.
I struggle with sin.
For what I do is not the good I want to do;
*Previously posted on my Xanga