Moving-boxes from Walmart.

Life is so simple and I know moving is going to make it harder I’m just worrying because I’m afraid of having a bad experience but that quote tells me “anything worth doing is worth doing badly” and I agree, it’s time for me to move on, and my father is just afraid of letting go, and he tells me how horrible it’s going to be, and I’m going to be so alone I feel.

If God were more in focus now, I know I wouldn’t feel like this. Yesterday I got into a little accident on my bike and suddenly I’m not calm anymore, and I have been for almost a month, maybe a little less. That’s all it takes? Shit.

I hate cussing I hate cussing.

God will provide. I’ll work my hardest, and I’ll give this fear anxiety loneliness to him, and ask him to help me with it. With God, I don’t feel scared. He’s my foundation, but I will say this: I’m scared to move away from him. No fear is good, and I don’t think you should be “God-fearing” people, but God-revering! I’m afraid of how bad I would be at running my life without him, because, as always I’m weak.

Weak weak weak weak weak.

God doesn’t want me to stay by his side because I’m afraid of the world, No. God wants me to bring Him with me wherever I go!, and not be afraid of that world because God is my Protector!, my Provider!, my dear Father!

If God is with me, who can be against me?

That’s how I’ve felt lately.