That's what i am, Lord.
Fill me afresh.
Job 5
v2. Resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple.
v6. For hardship does not spring from the soil, nor does trouble sprout from the ground.
v7. Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.
v8. But if it were i, i would appeal to God; I would lay my cause before him.
v9. He performs wonders that cannot fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted.
(Thank You, Lord, for Job 5, i claim it)
I will take all things to You first, even if i'm tempted to scream my head off or be angry or be sarcastic or just be terribly sad and hurt, i will go to You before i go to men.
Before i go to any kind of man.
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