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All I find lately is grace, it seems. I can't explain it. I would like to be proud of myself, saying that I am seeking grace. But the truth is, more often than not, I am not seeking much of anything. And yet, before 8:00 on a foggy (thank you for fog!) morning, I wake up to it.
I wish I could be more articulate. (I wish that a lot, lately). Faced with this inexplainable life, I get so quiet sometimes. And there are so many mysteries, especially lately. It makes for even more quiet. I suppose that is alright. Sometimes it makes me feel like I'm losing my voice. What with this cough and all, and having not really sung (minus one really awful 2pac karaoke tribute), and not really written in a while, I guess it makes me feel strange sometimes. What with so many people moving at such a fast pace, and me staying right here, it makes for a little insecurity sometimes I guess.
Anyway, the grace is there. Even if I can't write it down perfectly. I guess I am not losing my voice. I guess maybe I am learning that you don't have to write absolutely everything down. And I'll bet that's going to be a good thing in the long run.
I wish I could be more articulate. (I wish that a lot, lately). Faced with this inexplainable life, I get so quiet sometimes. And there are so many mysteries, especially lately. It makes for even more quiet. I suppose that is alright. Sometimes it makes me feel like I'm losing my voice. What with this cough and all, and having not really sung (minus one really awful 2pac karaoke tribute), and not really written in a while, I guess it makes me feel strange sometimes. What with so many people moving at such a fast pace, and me staying right here, it makes for a little insecurity sometimes I guess.
Anyway, the grace is there. Even if I can't write it down perfectly. I guess I am not losing my voice. I guess maybe I am learning that you don't have to write absolutely everything down. And I'll bet that's going to be a good thing in the long run.