That's it!. . . I'm giving up!

That's right. Yet again, I find myself giving up. It's not necessarily a bad thing that I'm giving up. I'm just done. Kaput. Finite. Finished!

I'm tired of being responsible for my life. I'm tired of making mistakes when I can be giving up & letting God take care of it for me. I'm tired of crying over & over the perils of life when my Father is sitting there, saying, "Why don't you let me take this one already?!"

Well, you know what, Dad? I'm doing it. I'm giving it all to You! I'm letting you take the reigns because I, obviously, don't know how to take care of myself. I don't know how to go throughout the day without your guidance or words of wisdom. I don't know how to take care of myself without talking to you about my life. So, I might as well officially resign from the tiresome job of control. I quit. No two-weeks notice or anything!

So, there you have it, ladies & gentlemen. I'm done.

The End.