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The sun beats down on me,
The sweat rolls down my cheek.
The sand is too hot, the shade is too cold.
I could start walking, but I have nowhere to go.
I am alone.
I need water- oh I can dig a pit and create it!
I need shelter- there are so many trees.
I need you, God. Where are you?
Is this how Jesus felt, all alone, thinking about his survival?
Why aren’t you here?!
I am alone.
“I am my own enemy, the battle fought within my mind. If I can overcome step
one, I can face the 99…”
I haven’t heard that song in years!
Wait, I need my own determination.
…I am not alone.
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