when my soul cries out

my heart hurts right now.

I don't feel worthy to be around most of the people and I have nothing to offer.

I'm so angry right now and I feel like my prayers are like the black plague.
I realized this after the fact of leaving Zim.

I feel trapped and can't escape in the sense that I can't go wherever I please. Nor have the mode to do anything without having someone pick me up. I feel too surfaced to be a part of anything right now.

David's Psalm of Thanks in 1 chronicles 16 has been something I've constantly having to read.
1. On the way to Zim
2. Children at a place called the beer hole
3. In South Africa
4. The group five days after not showering. So good.