It is so easy for me to want:
to want to be somewhere I'm not.
to want relationships I don't have.
to be someone I wasn't made to be.
I don't think these are normal reactions.
I don't think travelling should make me want to continually leave.
I don't think hanging out with friends should make me want what they have.
I don't think being around others should make me want to change myself.
So why do I want these things?
Everything inside me wants to just accept it, and say:
[It's just one of those days.]
But it's not.
Oh, You lead me to waters
&pastures so green,
Oh, You pour out your oil
& choose goodness & mercy for me.
& I will not be in want.
[for anything but You.]
