Why God, must we live in constant agony? Why is relief never final? Why does provision seem so insufficient, temporary? Must all of our lives be lived in uncomfortableness and ongoing restlessness? Why do we not find You sufficient for our situation, when in reality You are?
Agony, painful agony. It pierces into your heart like a knife with a deep cut and an enduring wound.
Maybe I'm too lost and imperfect to ever be good enough?
