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So I decided the other day that I just want my journal to be poems and photography. So I cleaned out all the entries that weren't one of those two things.

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so last night i was driving and in my neighborhood there are those crazy houses that are covered in billions of strings of christmas lights. but then i looked up and saw the stars. I dont care how sparkely your christmas lights are, the stars are much more beautiful. And you can bet the star that shone above the stable on Christmas night was even ( Read more... )

Romans 8:38-39, "For I am convinced that nothing can separate me from God's love. Death can't, and life can't. The angels can't, and the demons can't. Our fears for today, our worries about tomorrow, and even the powers of hell can't keep God's love away. Whether we are high above the skiy, or in the deepest ocean, nothing in all creation will ever ( Read more... )

There's a memory in this wasteland ( Read more... )

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Right now there's nothing like hiding in my room listening to solo piano music while I write. It's one of those good/bad feelings ( Read more... )

I could sing unending songs of how You saved my soul ( Read more... )

I could sing unending songs of how you saved my soul ( Read more... )