I'm not sure about this summer, the next four years, or my grade in government.

I'm not sure I know what it looks like to truly trust the Lord.

I'm uncertain. I'm broken. And I'm weary.

I'm tired of trying to figure things out, yet I so badly desire to be in control.

I'm full of paradoxes, and contradictions, and pride.

I want to follow the Lord, but I just don't know how.

I'm stubborn, fickle, and ready to give up.

All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manor of things shall be well.