It frustrates me sometimes that I can't be perfect. That I can't be everything. That I can't do everything. Especically things I want to/think I must be and do.
Then I have to swing myself away from "never good enough." Just because I fall short of perfection, doesn't mean I fall short of some invisible mark of worth or goodness altogether. Or however I think other people gauge me...
Provide me with santification...
Consecrate darkness and discontent...
Jostle awake the asinine...