I need it. I need help, God. Please strengthen me. This getting rid of stuff is a lot of physical labor. I need help. Strengthen me. Give me the will. Keep me from falling apart from all of the emotion. I have a deadline. I must really get moving. It's so hot out. I don't do well in heat. But YOU know that. You know me. You love me. Just help me to keep taking one step at a time. I love You. Help me to quit feeling sorry for myself and to get moving. Life is too short to let this get me down.
Thanks. Love ya.
Me.
Thanks. Love ya.
Me.
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