Worldwide eternal Frankenstein living death slavery

I never would have thought that something so simple and straightforward would be so difficult to even start. My mind has been working overtime to procrastinate, opting for doing nothing at all as opposed to risk doing something wrong or taking responsibility and actually doing what's right. I keep getting memories coming through of easier times where I was doing things for myself as opposed to doing everything for God. Of things I gave up that a small and stupid part of me wants to miss even though I left all of it behind to be obedient to my Lord and Savior and King.

How was leaving all that behind so easy, but the simple thought of reading the Word is difficult and stressful? (Don't answer that, it's a rhetorical question... I'm well aware that it's Satan at work.) I keep looking and asking for answers knowing very well that He is the answer and that His Word will bring clarity. But a combined attack of fear of boredom and lack of motivation continues to hold me back.

I guess just... everyone pray for me. Pray for my motivation to return. Pray for my fear to leave. Pray for God to make steady the parts of my faith that waver. Pray for my desires that have been led astray to be realigned with God. And finally, pray not my will, but His will be done.

I will pray for your happiness in a new job. Please, can you pray for a young artist in the Philippines named Caleb? His health is bad, and he's the sole provider for his family and their cats. He's asking for help from the community, and also trying to find work. Thank you

Thank you so much!!

BOB THE FRANKY KEYBOARD

BOB THE FRANKY KEYBOARD WAS SITTING IN A BUS STATION PLAYING HIMSELF WHEN HIS BUS ARIVED!!!!!!!!!! NOW IT IS TIME I TELL YOU A LITTLE ABOUT BOB HE WAS A ROLAND 808 KEYBOARD AND HE WANTED TO BE A BALLERINA HE GOT ON THE BUS AND WENT TO THE DUPE KITCHEN. THE DUPE KITCHEN WAS FULL OF SPEAKERPHONES HOWEVER SO HE COULD GET NO SOUP. �����

SO HE DECIDEED TO GET A JOB SO HE OULD BY HIS OWN SUP!!! FIRST FRANK WENT TO THE PET STORE. BUT THEY OWUULD NTO GET HIM A JOB BECAUSE WHEN HE WENT INTOT HE STORE HE ACIDENTALLY ASPHIXIATED A PARAKEET. SO HE TRIED TO GET A JOB WORKING AT MAILBOXES ETC, BUT HE COULDNT GET A JOB BECAUSE HE KEPT EATING STYROFOAM PACKIN=G PEANUTS. SO HHE KILLED HIIMSELF.

AT THE FUNUERAL, THE BIRD WAS THERE. HE WAS IN THE PRODUCE SECTION. SUDDENLY A MAN SHOT OUT OF THE ROCKET AND LANDED IN THE GRAPE STAND. HE SAID "HELLO, I AM THE GUY FROM THE ROCKET. I WOULD LIKE TO BUY LETTUCE AND A DILDO AND A GAY HAT AND A BOX OF CHOCOLATE POWER." SO THE MAN WHO WORKED AT THE PRODUCE SECTION GAVE HIM HIS THINGS AND STUFF AND SHOT HIMSELF. THEN THE MAN FROM THE ROCKET WENT TO THE MAGAZINE PLACE TO GET A MAGAZINE. HE GOT VANITY MAGAZINE. HE READ IT BUT THEN IT TRIED TO BITE HIS HEAD IN. SO HE RAN AWAY SCRAMMING FROM THE MAGAZINE, WHERE HE RAN INTO A WALL AND DIDO.

AFTER THAT, EVERYBODY WAS DANCING AND HAVING A GOOD TIME ON BOB THE FFANKY KEAYBOARDS' GRAVE WHEN HE CAM E BACK FROM THE DEAD AND BIT OFF THEIR COATTAILS. THEY RAN AWAY SCREAMING AND SHITTINY THEMSELVES. BOB THE FRANKY KEYBOARD PLAYED THE "POLKA" PRESET RYTHM, AND THEN PLAYED "THREE BLIND MICE" ON HIMSELF WITH ONE FINGER. THEN HE WAS KILLED BY A PASSING LOW-FLYING FIGHTER JET. BUT HE WAS NO LOGNER A GHOST ZOMBY BECAUES EHE HAD FULFILED HIS UNFISHED BUSINESS. AND HE LAUGHED HAPPILY EVER AFTER! EXEPCT HE THEN DIED. WHAIT I FROGOT HE WAS ALREADY DEAD.

BUT OUR STORY DOES NOT LIVE THERE!!!!!!! THERE WAS A MAN WHO LOKOED LIKE THE GUY ON A BOTTLE OF MOXIE. THE MAN WAS SAD BECAUSE WHENEVER HE WAS WALKING BUY SOMETHING PEOPLE WOULD SAY HAY IT IS MOXIE STRANGULATION MAN AND THEY OWULD CHASE HIM AND TRY TO STEAL HIS HAIR. SO HE KILLED HIMSELF.

It's true. I know this. It's not a lack of faith. He is with me and that is a comfort.

However I don't think that God wanted that to be a replacement for human relationship.

Anyway, I've been so lonely for so long that I genuinely can't remember the last time someone showed up on time to meet up with me. Can't remember the last time a hangout or meetup didn't get pushed back or canceled on me. Unless I'm spending money on someone, not even my own family shows up.

And I know everyone has reasons, and they're usually justified, but I'm so lonely. I wish I was a justified reason for doing anything. I wish I meant anything to the people around me without earning my keep.