i am emotionally exhausted. only, i've done nothing but try to overcome my faults and failed, time after time. i heard something good yesterday: instead of hating things about ourselves, learn to love them; and they will become less. and, i suppose, in that, God's grace will become more. maybe that's what that verse means, where it says, "when i am weak, then i am strong."

lying on the grass and laughing about something that strikes us all as funny, those are small streams of joy that fill up my soul. facing the sky on the trampoline as the early morning sun rises, or at dusk as the stars begin to twinkle their light in the fading sky, and being still; that, too.