“makes me think maybe God’s a woman too…”-a thing called love movie
I wonder what it was like for Jesus. To have so many hands outstretched…needing him. So many people to help. So many sick to cure. People to feed.
And how to have to say no,
I can’t.
I need to rest.
The angst, to hear the voices, and know how many voices there are, the wrongness, the desperation, the feeling of failure, of not being enough, of being weak, of being human.
And how to have to say no,
I can’t.
I need to rest.
The angst, to hear the voices, and know how many voices there are, the wrongness, the desperation, the feeling of failure, of not being enough, of being weak, of being human.
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