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anonymous1995
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I am easily obscured by apprehension over career prospect, relationship and all sort of things. I need direction. I need light. I need God’s aid. I need Jesus’s guidance. I need Our Lady’s protection. I easily lose faith. But I am willing to trust God.
I am sometimes confounded by earthly thoughts. I sometimes question the value of my existence. I am worried about my studies and exam results which determine my future university. I am vexed by financial difficulties. I feel myself unprepared for adulthood though I’m legally an adult. I feel empty at times. But I am willing to open up to God. I know this is the right thing to do, but somehow the thought of carrying our own Crosses haunt me. But then I still know this is what I am obliged to do.
Please, Jesus, I’m not good at prayers. My Rosary meditation is far from superb. I do not understand you as saints do. I quite often annoy you with grave or trivial sins. But I entrust myself to your mercy.
The world changes; time fades; even friends and family members pass away amid the fitfulness of life and Providence. But Jesus, my dear friend, you never change. After experiencing the tumults, I know that you are still there with me to confront all challenges. Dear Lord, I can hardly promise to be your best friend, but I will try to walk with you. In God I trust, I love, and I hope.
Amen.
I know my post’s getting messy but that’s what I feel whenever anxiety assaults me. Thanks for reading.
I am sometimes confounded by earthly thoughts. I sometimes question the value of my existence. I am worried about my studies and exam results which determine my future university. I am vexed by financial difficulties. I feel myself unprepared for adulthood though I’m legally an adult. I feel empty at times. But I am willing to open up to God. I know this is the right thing to do, but somehow the thought of carrying our own Crosses haunt me. But then I still know this is what I am obliged to do.
Please, Jesus, I’m not good at prayers. My Rosary meditation is far from superb. I do not understand you as saints do. I quite often annoy you with grave or trivial sins. But I entrust myself to your mercy.
The world changes; time fades; even friends and family members pass away amid the fitfulness of life and Providence. But Jesus, my dear friend, you never change. After experiencing the tumults, I know that you are still there with me to confront all challenges. Dear Lord, I can hardly promise to be your best friend, but I will try to walk with you. In God I trust, I love, and I hope.
Amen.
I know my post’s getting messy but that’s what I feel whenever anxiety assaults me. Thanks for reading.