My stress levels are pretty up there- on a scale of 1-10 probably at 9.
I can tell, because I've been getting frustrated very often, unable to concentrate, tired and sick.
I'm grumpy a lot, and getting really sensitive to what people say.
My temper is a frail rope about to snap.
Stop it Satan. I don't need you to tell me I'm worse than others. I don't need to you control my temper like it's a puppet. Leave.
God, give me a mind focused on your glory as I work through the year. Teach me to glorify you as I study, being s good witness of you. Keep me self-controlled and alert towards Satan who is always lurking.
Teach me to trust in the Victorious and flee from the evil.
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