I'll describe it. It's when a person has far too much to say to put into coherent, easy to read words. It's to the point that one person should not be allowed to have that many thoughts floating around in their head. It's the concept that a person has been fighting whatever it is that needs sorting out but has only given up the fight recently.
The process has been taking place for a while now.
He's laid the foundation on so many occasions.
But it wasn't til I got here, to Northern Ireland, that I was ready to learn.
Then, even in the beginning of being here, I wouldn't hear of it.
I turned off my thoughts.
Just got frustrated.
And waited.
You know the end to this story, God wins.
God ALWAYS wins.
And I am so glad he does.
I'm ready, Lord.
Fill me; teach me; move me; change me.
I am yours, wholly.
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