It is a strange feeling when you feel sad. It felt as though time has stopped.
I felt incapacitated, stripped away from my rights. Perhaps that was how it was like on the cross.
There is a struggle within me. One that wants to break free, and the other who wants to submit.
Should I keep fighting? Or should I let go and succumb?
I am tired... Very very tired... Wither by the elements of life.
Perhaps it is time to say "Not my will, but yours be done..."
