Lord, help us…

I am sitting here not wanting to write. It’s late. I need to sleep. It’s good for you to get rest. To sleep. Dear Jesus, help me. I don’t want to write because I’m not sure what’s going to come out. And yes, I know I have control over what I write, but controlling what I write because of trying to fit in or be accepted or ‘liked’ shouldn’t be a major factor in what I want to say. Actually, it shouldn’t factor in at all.