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Sunday, 28 June 2009

Friday, 26 June 2009

  • I think for me..

    its different.
    I don't think that I ever really get over much.
    (Although I like to give off the facade that I have.)
    Some how I just carry useless hurt with me.
    Why do I do that?
    Why do I insist on this constant pain in the bottom of my stomach.
    The kind of pain you would like to carve out with a knife,
    but knowing the REAL pain would be far to severe.
    Trailing things with me.
    Things that hang onto me.
    Its like I've created ties to so many things,
    and when I even think about letting them leave me
    I shiver with the feeling,
    of not FEELING anything.
    Now let me get this straight.
    I love life.
    I am impatient.
    God is good.
    He loves me,
    I just need to understand that this life isn't about me.
    God is NOT working to make me happy.
    But -- He being God,
    Will always provide me with what I NEED
    perhaps even what I WANT.
    But it's my job to keep my faith in Him.
    To stand tall and affirmed in what I believe.
    He has forgiven me for all these things I carry,
    But they haunt me.
    It makes me shudder at how human I am.
    How human I don't want to be.
    I KNOW its all past events,
    things that are far behind me.
    Somehow things still stir back up?
    Im not sure,
    what I want from life.
    But always having something from my past jump up
    and cripple my thoughts,
    is NOT something I would like from time to time.

    As far as the east is from the west so far he has removed my transgressions. ps 103 something

    It is so hard to know this, and still have this.
    I am not okay with this.
    God is good and he will take care of me.
    I can't worry about me anymore.
    It's not about me.
  • HAHA,

    Some how, just somehow, I find this hilarious.
    I have been deleted! Good bye to my memory!
    BALLIN.
    Yah, this makes no sense to anyone but me.
    But it will stay that way I suppose.
    Oh the irony.

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