Devastated
This is so unreal.
Dead Man
I can’t stop wanting to blame one parent, only to see the amount of despair in their eyes, and start blaming the other. Pointing fingers solves nothing. Heh. I feel like someone punched me in the throat.
Please, keep praying.
Desperate Times
A few things because I’m an idiot who now knows things I should not, because my go-to person is not that person anymore, and also because a handful of followers have made their faith very obvious:
This one I will keep sans detail, but please be praying for my family. I’m not even sure where to start… Hmm. Please pray that in whatever choices my parents will have to make now, that God is somehow glorified. Don’t bother with assumptions here, but at this point I am not even sure where I will be next fall. Please be praying that my family looks to God for guidance and that His will be done.
I’ve been kept in the dark quite a bit and now that I’m not, things are looking real scary and worse than I ever imagined. But like I said earlier, I don’t want to be caught pacing around when the lights are on. I’m trusting God to lead me.
The storm will pass.
Secondly, if you’d be willing to pray about this as well, please keep my grandmother in your prayers. She will be having a high risk surgery on her heart. Pray that the surgery goes well and that she makes a full recovery. I’d appreciate it so much.
The storm will pass.
I think this will always be my favorite album art. Brian Danaher is real impressive.
Hhhhh.
"This became home, even though we spend everyday hoping to get out."
Chuck, The Maze Runner
Real solid overall sound for a debut.
My resolution was designed for stronger hands.
Lately I can’t stop thinking that beyond something more, there must be something more. Perhaps my goals are shallow; or maybe I’m just not sure that what I want will glorify Him, but I’m tired of picturing a future full of routine.
I’m a little lost, but something’s making its way in. I can’t ignore that there’s a plan for me.
I just came downstairs and turned the light on; my very unsuspecting dog sat up and began to pace around, clearly disoriented by this. She first walked to the back door, which would normally be opened for her in the morning (after the light had been turned on.) She then headed for her food bowl, realizing it was empty. She eventually ended up walking in circles, not knowing where she belonged. This was all a bit humorous to watch.
It’s funny how turning on a light is all it took for me to throw off my dog’s entire concept of time. The light is on, but none of the actions that would normally follow that are happening; she’s still pacing.
There’s something a little unsettling about how much I’ve acted like this- like my dog, for crying out loud- when things weren’t what I expected. It’s as if situations are supposed to change simply because I want them to, as I pace around and wait.
That’s incredibly selfish. Expectations and reality can be quite different. Sometimes, more often than not, you have to be the one that exerts effort. I’m fairly ignorant for being nineteen and just now acting on that realization.
I just don’t want to be caught pacing around when the lights are on.
You were in like a lamb and out like a lion.
I still lose sleep.
Anonymous asked: are you going to the beatles: the lost concert" movie when it comes out next month?
I don’t think so. I live in a somewhat small town and it won’t be playing at our theater, as far as I know..
