Sort of in need of an outlet right now….. like a punching bag. Or a gun and a target…. if I knew how to use a gun. If breaking glass or dishes would help, I’d do it…. but that doesn’t sound very enticing to me.
I wish I was a runner, I’d pound the pavement.
I wish I was a weightlifter, I’d burn it off at the gym.
If I was an alcoholic I’d be three sheets to the wind somewhere by now.
Instead, I’m numb. It’s a better alternative to letting loose on the angry rage building up in my chest right now.
Instead, I’m clinging to the only thing I know that gives me Hope and praying that Jesus guards my fragile hurting heart.
It’s all I know to do. It’s my only outlet.