These aren't the most impressive photos of the ladder ring technique. While being extremely fun to make, the ... How helpless do we become at the realization that one’s future rests in the hands of but a mortal so vile and acidic in intention that any effort to counteract appears hopeless despite our continued intervention and supplication.
Such people should not be, such injustice should not exist. Yet it does, testing our patience, our faith, our perserverence…
I’m doing something wrong. Something very wrong. I should stop but I keep going back to it. I know the consequences it holds, and I still go back to it. Like a broken record, like an idiot.
I make resolutions, I decide to turn over a new leaf. Months later, my resolve breaks. I repent, regret and vow never to do it again. Over and over, time and time again.
And I think, am I really this weak?
I need to stop this. I need… Him. I need His help. I need Him to help me. If He wills. And I need to make an effort to make the change myself. Asking Him for help is one thing. But it’s no use if I just sit there and wait for it to come. I’d have to work towards it, and if He wills it’ll happen. It must be a test of some kind.
The first step is to admit you have a problem. This is mine.
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