and i listen to billie holiday. her voice soothes my dread for the coming morning, week. well. 16 weeks if we are counting. but who is? not me, certainly.
funny.
Lord. why have you brought me to this place? my knees are scraped and the ground is cold. and yet it burns with a harshness that i cannot begin to describe.
it's strange. seeing people again. some of whom i haven't seen for so long. how will we ever fully catch up? i have to realize that it is impossible, but i want to. oh how i long to. i am so afraid of loosing them, i suppose.
oh Lord.
"But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. we are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair, persecuted but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed... so we do not lose heart. though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day. for this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison."
2 corinthians 4
2 corinthians 4
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