there are dust bunnies living under my bed
ijwhtc!!! or email. that would be great, too. bn,hed...pchdcorlmliwht. hsisooogactimmesmiletoo. ahlissc...i think its what gmitfp. bipnkhhfoihedfamthanfboutme. doubt it. makes my hhewinah. dtb. ipaiandtoldGod to take myheartand gitwhwthi.
so heres my question: in song of songs (or solomon), whats up with the friends? here is this intimate dialogue between lover and beloved, and then all of a sudden these eavesdropping friends are there. why did the author do that? if it was me, yes, i would want everybody else to know how awesome my love is, but my goodness...they interject and it is somewhat displacing...for me anyways. and i wonder why it repeats. hm.
i have come to a conclusion: it is not my job to make anyone fall in love with me. i reached this conclusion a few days ago. it is not my job to make anyone like me or love me. it is my job to be the woman, or young lady-whatever, that God has created me to be. everything else will fall into place. i should remember this when im getting dressed for the day, when im deciding whether to put on makeup or leave it off, when im trying to get my hair to look just right. who cares? itll happen when its supposed to happen. live and let be, let go and let God.
jesus, jesus, jesus
theres just something about that name
master, saviour, jesus
like the fragrance after the rain
kings and kingdoms will all pass away
but theres something about that name
-church
so heres my question: in song of songs (or solomon), whats up with the friends? here is this intimate dialogue between lover and beloved, and then all of a sudden these eavesdropping friends are there. why did the author do that? if it was me, yes, i would want everybody else to know how awesome my love is, but my goodness...they interject and it is somewhat displacing...for me anyways. and i wonder why it repeats. hm.
i have come to a conclusion: it is not my job to make anyone fall in love with me. i reached this conclusion a few days ago. it is not my job to make anyone like me or love me. it is my job to be the woman, or young lady-whatever, that God has created me to be. everything else will fall into place. i should remember this when im getting dressed for the day, when im deciding whether to put on makeup or leave it off, when im trying to get my hair to look just right. who cares? itll happen when its supposed to happen. live and let be, let go and let God.
jesus, jesus, jesus
theres just something about that name
master, saviour, jesus
like the fragrance after the rain
kings and kingdoms will all pass away
but theres something about that name
-church