So sick of soup

I want God so much for myself, my church, my world, that it hurts. And
yet the task is so daunting, and my hands are so empty.

Twelve basketfuls. Faith is not faith unless it is held on to in the
midst of a crisis. Love is not love until it hurts to love. Loyalty is
not loyalty unless it costs something to stay loyal.

I want to be a good and faithful servant, despite my traitor heart.