I just feel defeated.I've come to know that I'm not suited to earn my keep on Earth. We are all slaves here.
I feel like the floods have come, Surge by Surge.
Romans 8:35 (AMP)
35 Who shall ever separate us from Christ’s love? Shall suffering and affliction and tribulation? Or calamity and distress? Or persecution or hunger or destitution or peril or sword?
So in this reality of peril, I stand corrected by the word, And a victor, Over distress
In other news
The lumps are no big deal No STD's No Cancer High White Blood Cell Count--for whatever that's worth.
