another year over, a new one's just begun

[kathrynlena]

perish every fond ambition,
all i've sought or hoped or known.
yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.

"I miss your old beau's voice on that one..." sharyn said when we'd finished practicing.
"yeah. me too"
"it was really good for his voice."
"i know....this is one of the ones we sang for the longest together, back from when i was

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[anonymous]

pardon me for intruding here, but, reading this, i can't help but give my instinctual gut reaction:

someday you will read this journal and be amazed---give thanks to God, perhaps, even---at what you have been able to wade through. you will see precisely that---what you have become---and fall to your knees in wonder.

(i truly don't mean to be presumptuous. please forgive me if that's how it comes across...)

the_world_can_wait

[kathrynlena]

no, you do not seem presumptuous. thank you for the reminder. i need them frequently

[anonymous]

i forgot to say this.
for the record, i have written the EXACT same thing in my own journals, whether they be type- or handwritten. more importantly, i have felt the exact same way more than once (more than twice)(more than a million times): what has become of me? and eventually my eyes are lifted Upward, and i hear the voice:

I am what you are to become
I am more than you need
I am.