Thursday, May 23, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
eic tom
for some reason, I'm not scared.
yeah.
i'm not scared. even i I say I am scared or nervous, I'm not. I don't know why. I should be scared. I should be nervous.
But I'm fine.
and after tomorrow, maybe I'll shed some tears, maybe I won't. but everything will be okay in the end.
yeah.
i'm not scared. even i I say I am scared or nervous, I'm not. I don't know why. I should be scared. I should be nervous.
But I'm fine.
and after tomorrow, maybe I'll shed some tears, maybe I won't. but everything will be okay in the end.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Reassured, reassured, always reassured.
God is good all the time FORREALS
anyway pastor quoc made a joke today at church about those three best friends who went through the fire, meshak, somethingelseshak, and abedhigo or something.
and he kept on saying a-bad-nigo
did not get joke until later
but i thought it was really funny
God is good all the time FORREALS
anyway pastor quoc made a joke today at church about those three best friends who went through the fire, meshak, somethingelseshak, and abedhigo or something.
and he kept on saying a-bad-nigo
did not get joke until later
but i thought it was really funny
Saturday, April 13, 2013
maybe
Maybe you'll see this tomorrow. Maybe you'll see this in a year, in ten years. Maybe never. Maybe you never even meant to check on this website but you accidentally typed gr- and then [enter] and this showed up. Or maybe someone will talk about grass or garlic and you remembered this. Or maybe you thought of me and you came here. Or maybe you remember you had a mutual dead blog with someone else. Or maybe something just propelled you to bring you here. Or maybe you'll be fine. You'll be fine. And for me, perhaps it will take me a little bit longer. Yes...longer. Or maybe you don't understand. Maybe the words I try to say and show my feelings through just can't reach you, like a short kid trying to reach a cookie jar. Maybe I can't express the things I want to say because I get flustered. Maybe if I understood. Maybe if you asked.Maybe I should tell you about the tears. Maybe not. Maybe I should just wait. Maybe I should be patient like I learned at fellowship group today. Or maybe I should be looking. But I don't want to look. I don't want to have to shift my heart and drag it up a notch from where it's currently lodged.
But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm wrong about now. But then maybe I was wrong about the time? Maybe it should have been 2 am instead 2 pm?
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