| WantI want to say a lot of things.
I want to know what it was like then.
What were the thoughts during those photographs where outfits were worn and poses were planted?
And why do I feel like I wrote before I knew.
I can't help but dig too deep.
I want to know.
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| Here it wentPlan went into action.
Plan happened.
I waited, watched, wondered.
Here I am.
I guess we'll just see what happens next, huh?
I just want God to be glorified.
I can handle it as long as He is glorified.
He is Good and His Mercy endures forever. |
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| I've got a plan. I hope it's the right kind.
We'll see. |
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| Revolving to where.I feel like I'm wearing out.
You that feeling that precedes the sentence "I don't think I can handle this." That plus internal friction. I want it to go away, but I know that it will be better for me in the long run to accept that I feel this way and let it sharpen me. I know God Loves me and won't let me fall apart, and that is more than enough. So I'm going to try and hold onto that and hope to learn what to do.
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| And so it goes...A place inside me just woke up.
I think I need to put some old things to rest.
Oh, The Hostetters. How I miss them.
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