ALIGN MY SPINE

My current state of affairs tells me to get a life.

Or may I say, a good one.

I’ve been down and out for the past few days and for the record, I’ve been dealing with the same root cause for nearly two years now. My mischief has taken its toll on the strongest (in my opinion) parts of my system, finally leaving me walking in misery with broken limbs.

And I am down on my knees now, literally praying for another chance to get back up and start anew. Tell me, how many wrongs do I have to commit before I could make it right?

C’mon, Deniece, this is the second time that you’re being reprimanded of your waywardness. I mean, aren’t you tired of wrestling with God? How deep would you like to be in the mud? Or have you chosen to stay there for good? How many times will you break the hearts of the people around you (especially your mom and dad)? What are you doing with your life?

Look at what your favourite sin (which I've chosen not to declare here) had caused you—broken trust, heavier yoke, worn-out spirit.

Shame on me.

Dad is right: “It’s hard to kick against the pricks.” And it’s even harder to be in a fight where at the starting point you already know that you’ll never win—just because it’s a match between you and The One who created you. See how foolish?

I need help. I need a lot of prayers. I need to get back to where I was two years ago. I need a new slate.

I believe it’s not yet late. I believe I can still get up. I believe that help is on the way. And I believe that everything will start with God working within me.

Under the currency of your grace, Lord, please align my spine.