I’m a terrible wrestler.
My all-time record wrestling bad thoughts is horrible.
And here I am again in another match feeling unprepared.
The enemy loves whispering every prayer, every poem, every attempt to look up is a waste of time.
This is the millionth rematch.
I’ve won some and I’ve lost some beaten and confused.
Where does this thought come from?
Not above at all.
When I feel like it is pointless I need to come stronger.
I will.
Emotion Dough 