Feb 15, 2006 08:53
They tell me that searching my face is like trying to find the spot where the river becomes ocean or the dusk becomes dark: not quite absent, and not quite present. I do try.
And then this haircut...this cute angled bob of a thing that belongs to a shorter, cuter woman with a whimsical name. I have to smile all of the time just to keep up with it.
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How do we reconcile our yearning for those friendships and our current lifestyles?
PS: I love you, too. I think, deep down, we all can say that.
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p.s. i've decided to start keeping up with my Livejournal again. i haven't been successful at maintaining it for more than a few months at a time, so we'll see how long this run lasts. journaling is therapeutic at times.
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Or would we repent? Would our repentance hold the weight of decision...how would our relationships with friends and family change? Would we start going to church again and becoming involved? Would we begin to come together as a small group for study, worship, and confession?
As much as our deep heart of hearts cries out for what our yuounger wisdom had, our new flesh is comfortable. You and I both know that we won't all turn to make that change, there will always be a myriad of excuses to block His path.
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