I’m trying to come up with words…

But, as of late, words have become a blight.

They can never fully convey what’s inside…

and my words are overused…

And made devoid of meaning…

Meaning I now have to earn again…

So, I’ll speak plain:

“Why?”

It was because the reality of how dark and infected my heart had become

had to be shown to me.

I was, spiritually, dying by degrees.

and that low moment

was the catalyst that led me to the Savior…

Even now, the terrifying nature of my flesh and deceitful heart I see as a plague…

Keeping me from everything that brings life.

So, I can’t let up…

I can’t stop fighting…

I can’t get distracted…

I can’t fall asleep…

There’s too much at stake.

There's work to be done.

None of my “kingdoms” on this earth are worth it.

“Why?”

Because I had to wake up.