Am I a menace seeking salvation? I'm not living in Hell, but I got gas money to get me there.
Spirit, speak to me.
Even in my filth I still pray for a covering, but I can’t wash away my sins that cover my skin. You told me to arm myself because trouble's afoot in the wilderness.
But am I the trouble?
The weapons I use to cause chaos are the same ones that prosper against me. Is it because I routinely choose violence instead of deliverance on Sundays? I’ve become the version of myself that I’m not proud of…but villains have the best backstories.
Hm. Spirit, I might be the problem for my unhappiness after all. Maybe I should change my mind so I can change my vision.
The inspiration…
Take a hard look in the mirror. Real hard.
Peace,
Alex B
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