i forget it, but
i went outside, my headphones on, listening to some song by the backstreet boys. the rain was spitting as i jumped up onto the trampoline and lay down, face to the sky. i lifted my hands and surrendered my insufficiencies and incapabilities and flaws and weaknesses into Your hands. because they've become everything i think i am. i can't even lift my head for fear of what anyone will think, of how i look, the things i say, what happened? to forgetting about myself and loving people?
born to try, delta goodrem
i've just read corinthians 15. as i sit here, i don't have the words, but i know that God is working a miracle in me. blessed.
i forget it, what with all the little things deemed to be everything, but... isn't Jesus all? the only thing, only One worth living for?
"Look at my present life and then at my former life, and you will see that I do attempt to carry them [Jesus' commands] out...If I know the way home and am walking along it drunkenly, is it any less the way home because I am staggering from side to side?" Leo Tolstoy.
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that's a good as kinda quote. thanks dani:)
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