My insides feel bruised and are pulsing as waves of a heartache which is oh so familiar sweep through my chest. I have a crush. Again. Another one. One that will end. One that brings false hope and tries to pull me to misery. One that needs stomping out. One that will be overcome. But one that lingers as I learn to take charge of my emotions and thoughts and direct them to love, which gives me true joy and new hope each morning.
that your grace shines through, And it's in my weakness that I am fully renewed, And it's when I am hopeless
that all hope is found in you,
And through my incompleteness you lead me to complete truth.
In the very depths of my being burn your fire bright; Uplift and fill my spirit and burst forth your light, For I know your love well and in you I find delight.
You move me in ways no one else can see, And you reach so much further beyond what man can reach. You read my heart and know my soul, you are my secret place. Hiding in your loving arms Seeking your very face.
You are good and you long for me: This very truth alone amazes me and comforts me as I venture through the Unknown. A peace which can be found amongst a stormy life I face is astounding and breath-taking and a blessing I cannot replace.
Blue eyes He was whistling John Mayer Tenor voice American accent. The smell of coffee was strong Like the bitter aftertaste on my tongue. Recognition made us both notice one another Was it the fifth time? Sixth? Funny how you just think of people sometimes Funny how you notice things Funny how writing it down frees your mind And now you can go back to your reading. The book is about Ireland. Remember Ireland? Sea mist Cold toes braving icy ocean water A boy's curling mouth Makes your heart dance. Funny how you probably won't be getting back to your reading. Your brain apologizes Such is life sometimes.
5.36 pm Wednesday 30th September 2009 Sitting in Starbucks.
Stuffy-nosed, puffy-eyed, giggling and emotionally raw. Begging God for things until I realise all it takes is simple asking. God hears us when we ask. We don't have to beg.
I want to paint, I want to bake, I want to jog, I want to sleep.
I would like to go home and hug my mummy. I miss hugging my mummy. I would like to kiss my daddy's prickly cheek. I miss my daddy's beard.
Oren Lavie. Ever heard of him? Unique voice. Strangely lovely voice. His voice comforts me right now. So do his violins and pianos and guitars...
*hums to self*
Cold medicine does strange things to my head. But I feel really peaceful. Hmm.
