Lord, I’ve had it tough since the day I was born.
Painful people and faithless foes can be found in every journal entry of my life.
Especially today.
Today I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. The thoughtless words of selfish people have hit me like a ton of bricks.
I wish, Lord, that they’d blow out of this town with the next windstorm.
I wish, Lord, that you’d treat them the way they treated me.
I hope, Lord, that tomorrow will be a better day.
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