humbling to admit it’s true, but only after i have done all i can do, do i accept the fact, that i need You and come

i could go on and on and berate myself for taking so long but stubborn as i am…………i think i have a plan

what i have is folly…………….fodder of a fool and delude myself into thinking i have all the tools……………but as long as they remain in their carrying bag……….i can have all the tools and the resistance not to use them….akin to a stack of books on a donkeys ass

mentally beaten and spiritually bruised i finally crawl to You……..You patch me up and remind me the matter would have been better handled by You

sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly and sometimes not at all