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one one hand I have the bad
on the other the good
and I want neither
and I fail at both
and all I want to do is rip up a pillow and send the stuffing flying everywhere.
"I resisted coming here,
to open the harbors that
guard my heart"
why do I find it hard to know how to handle myself in these situations?
Stand firm. Don't lose your footing. |
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| It's times like these where reality sinks in, the haze is lifted, and I see how selfish and self-centered I'm being. How I've been. It makes me feel like someone just punched me in the stomach and watched me fall down as I tried to sort out which way is up.
It's funny sometimes how when you come to you realize how blind you had let yourself become. But it's wonderful how free you feel afterwards. Your limbs so lithe and your heart so light, yet so heavy with the realization of what's before you.
This time I felt I just HAD to talk to Anna because I knew she would understand. Luckily she was online and I felt so much better after the conversation, but also full of purpose.
What have I done that I should be so pleased with myself? How can I accept excuses that I'll get around to living like Jesus when I have time? I'll help people when I have the right resources? I'll give when I have more money?
Widowsmight [the less you have the better off you are] lessismore. less. is. more.
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| Every time I go to write something deep and meaningful I get distracted. There are so many fun things going on that I feel like I'm wasting my time online. Pshh.
Life is wonderful.
I'm going to Shortpump with Ashley and Anna tomorrow. My sister graduates Sat. My grandparents are in town.
I love my friends.
God has been going wild in my life lately. wow.
Summer is here.
...freckles on her elbows and her knees." |
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| I'm so incredibly blessed. |
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