(I don't know)
I hate being sick. That's the truth. It always puts me in a funk.
So much more is running through my head, but this is all for now.
Believing in spite of myself. Doing despite of myself. And loving because of my Savior.
I hate being sick. That's the truth. It always puts me in a funk.
I find that looking back on things after a week (or six days) makes you feel slightly foolish.
The phases that you go through in life are wierd. Especially when each day seems like a phase in itself. How do you move on when you are afraid of what the next phase brings, even if you aren't really happy with the current situation?
I really hate this. Yesterday I was all excited because things were freaking awesome. I wanted to share that experience with those who might happen to read, but I was too tired. Now, when I have the ability to type and the desire, all that comes out is frustration with myself and life.
I was happy with the Christmas party tonight. I know that it wasn't something "super cool," but I think it was a good time for our community to get together. However, the lobby was practically a blazing furnace.
First thing that came to mind: Camels. The fun thing about camels is that you can ride them or you could smoke them. This thought was provoked by an article that I read today on the New York Times website. The article described how camels were used as tools of war and conflict in Darfur. Interesting, huh?
Being burdened is an odd thing. It's like a heaviness that you can't shake, but in this case it is not crushing. I am reminded of needs that exist and feel the responsibility, nay, the calling, to do something about it. However, where I am right now I don't feel like I can make it happen. Well... I guess this just means that I have to leave it to God...