God, I want to do the right thing. knowing exactly what to do is not always the best thing. I have my own ideas. I try to keep my spirits up, do push ups in the middle of the room, read as much as possible. when I feel far away in faith I try not to burn down all the bridges. after all, who am I? I’m not this incredibly amazing person. I’m a fallible being whose faith is subject to the typical modern frailties. God, Your world here that you made for us has become quite complicated. I wonder how I’m supposed to handle myself outside of reading Your book and praying, I wonder what else is permissible.
Roanoke isolation. drop a man in a desolate town and watch him not be able to deal with it. I saw him and thought how I would have handled it differently. I would have been chilling out. I would have been reading. I would have been riding that bike through town. Allah, You create all of this and I sit here, I run here. but let me believe in You. please guide me through.
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