Sometimes, the things I think that I know for sure end up being things that, to be completely honest, I don't know about at all.
Pride, insecurity, and stubbornness contribute to my "perfect" understanding of circumstances.
Ending up choked by my perceptions of a situation, I would rather suffocate to death than to ask for a clarifying (and often) freeing release of my own preconceived ideas.
Sometimes I think I'm bound by the perceptions of others.
Sometimes the way in which others voice their opinions of me or the way that nothing has to be said at all to speak volumes in my life has had too much say in determining who I am and who I will become.
Struggling to listen to the things that matter and having the wisdom to take into account what I need to grow as a person, all the while discarding things that have no truth in my life has been a balance issue I've almost always faced.
Sometimes the urgency between listening and doing gets mixed up, and eagerly I make wrong mistakes desiring to be rid of decisions.
Bound.
Bound by so many things.
Sometimes this bondage seems unbearable.
O, to grace how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be.
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above.
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