Struggling, for space in an increasingly aggressive world.  Struggling to maintain peace in a mind that urges screaming from deep within a frustrated spirit.  Struggling to remain true to the Lord when everything and everyone around you wants you to forget Him and seek satisfaction or selfish victory.  Struggling to maintain harmony between life in the world and those of your religious family who strive to see you different.  Struggling to not tell them what’s wrong and lay it on the line as if I really knew all the answers.  Struggling to maintain a balance between work, play, service, song, prayer, dreams and sacrifice for those you care about, knowing in the end there’s only so much of “me” to go around.  Struggling not to call the wicked acts of the wicked, well “Wicked”.  Struggling to justify my fat belly when kids somewhere are starving, knowing that if I had to look at them I wouldn’t be so worried about what I need to eat next.  Struggling with myself to do what the Lord commands and stop doing what He prohibits.  Struggling to become more knowledgeable, peaceful, harmonious, patient, kind and self-controlled.  Struggling to hear the Mighty Voice of God over the inglorious din.  Struggling is my strength.  The only victory is through surrender.  To His Will, His Change, His Strength.  Lord God let me struggle no more but hand it all unto Your powerful hands to shape, mold and perfect.  Grant me strength enough to depend on You for all my needs.  Praise Your Name Lord Jesus Christ.