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I feel nothing about everything. I'll probably be fine tomorrow.
Sometimes it's like everything in the whole world makes sense and you have a grasp on it all. You feel like you fit in it perfectly and everything is working together. Then othertimes, like i feel now, you feel like nothing is connected at all and it's all fallen into a heap and you wonder what happened. How did it all decintergrate. It's like one peice of this incredibly complex machine has gone missing and now nothing works. But I'm not entirely sure which peice it was or where it's gone.
But in the back of my mind I know that God is absolutely in control. And that even though it looks like a million peices piled in a heap, He knows how to put it back together. I'm sure He takes great pleasure in reminding me that I'm not the one that makes the machine work.
I love my God. He is the perfect father. I love my God.
And just like that it all makes sense again.
Sometimes it's like everything in the whole world makes sense and you have a grasp on it all. You feel like you fit in it perfectly and everything is working together. Then othertimes, like i feel now, you feel like nothing is connected at all and it's all fallen into a heap and you wonder what happened. How did it all decintergrate. It's like one peice of this incredibly complex machine has gone missing and now nothing works. But I'm not entirely sure which peice it was or where it's gone.
But in the back of my mind I know that God is absolutely in control. And that even though it looks like a million peices piled in a heap, He knows how to put it back together. I'm sure He takes great pleasure in reminding me that I'm not the one that makes the machine work.
I love my God. He is the perfect father. I love my God.
And just like that it all makes sense again.