The Party That Never Quits

I struggle to keep my house clean. Heck, sometimes it's not even sanitary.

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.






*Previously posted on my Xanga

Just so you know, you posted a comment about baby cots and the like on the blog of a woman who lost her baby daughter at birth 10 weeks ago.

You may want to go and apologise. I'm sure it made her cry.

Next time, please check the content of a blog with the picture of a baby on it before posting to avoid unintentional heartache.

Thankyou.