| I'd like to believe that being grace-filled cancels out my broken
heart. I now see these shattered pieces all artfully placed and
mortared; no longer randomly broken, but a part of an intricate mosaic
only to be seen zoomed out.....ah yes, the big picture....
I thank the Lord for allowing me to see His goodness in such haze that
had been prompted by emotion, head-spinning, and aching feet.
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| This one's for you, Wheeler. I can't guarantee full life, but I hope a walking zombie will suffice.
Visions of sugar plums are definitely gettin' down in this ol' noggin of mine. Midnights of cold coffee poking at its white film while I yawn as coppers yammer on about this and that. My badge number has become my John Hancock. My bed screams for my presence, but the contractors' hammers chip away at newly found nerves. (Landlords? Another entry:))
Life has dehydrated me of a little me time on the computer, but nonetheless, life has made me a little bloated when it comes to much blessing of created memories. I have been taken care of by my Father who I just need to give credit to right now as I type. He's also given me someone to make me french onion soup for lunch. 10 BONUS POINTS!
I'm gonna tighten my ponytails right now, just as any good 27 year old girl would do. |
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Blessed...what a great word.
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| I'm a ping pong nomad who lives like a mole in the ground.
I've also fallen prey to xanga....only cuz I love all you post-moodies.
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