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A parable for ye:
Today I learned that I will run to God.
It's one thing to learn that I should. Another to say that I will.
Today, however, there was no option: I ran to God. He was all there was.
And now I know, I will run to God.
Yes.
And as I was learning this, Jesus told me a parable - as Rina so accurately put it.
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Nostalgia, I guess
I was just reading through the entries that I have posted in this journal-type-application for the past two years
and
I'm crying
because
God has been so wonderful.
Connecting continents, introducing strangers, healing wounds, building characters, molding love. . .
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Just like Theresa, I'm back - from outer space ( Read more... ) -
My identity. . .
"Father Abraham had many sons,
I am one of them. . . "
I will remain, being content - like a star, burning forever in Heaven.
"I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky. . . "
I will remain, being lifted, being crushed,
"Jesus answered them, "Destroy this temple, and I will raise it again in three days."" ( Read more... ) -
I wish we could open our eyes to see in all directions at the same time, Oh what a beautiful view!
I'm on the patio at Starbucks at quarter after 1:00 A.M.
I have had such good experiences here so late at night.
Just now, a man sat in a nearby chair. Noticing him, I smiled. He returned the smile with a genuine expression of welcoming enjoyment. "Welcome to the patio," his smile said. It wasn't imposing, he wasn't intruded upon by my small ( Read more... ) -
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Earlier today, Iain was telling me about International Klein Blue, describing it as "the most stressful color [he'd] ever seen."
That's how I feel now; a very stressful shade of blue.
Stressed, but sad; energetic, but without an outlet.
So I turn to the LJ. . .
(Been watching this. . . )
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These streets, illustrated
Cross the border,
Into the big bad world
Where it takes you 'bout an hour
Just to cross the road. . .
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I am really inspired to write this morning ( Read more... ) -
Pinky, and everyone else, has been curious:
"What are you going to do next year, Elizabeth?"
"Same thing I do every year, Pinky... try and take over the world!"
It's true. Would I lie to a skinny, talking laboratory mouse?
