Lord I believe, help my unbelief.
"Yet the LORD longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. For the LORD is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him! O people of Zion, who live in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. How gracious he will be when you cry for help! As soon as he hears, he will answer you. Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it."
Friday, July 31, 2009
There was a time
Blogging was a priority.
I had a middle part.
Snow cones with a bubblegum at the bottom were a part of life.
I wore overalls.
Cheese and mayo sandwiches were all I'd eat.
I grew a garden.
Jenna wasn't a million miles away.
I lived in Bend.
I thought I was going to be a high school english teacher (ha ha).
Hippie was a way of life.
My bedroom was painted bright yellow, and then turquoise sponge paint.
I had purple hair and an eyebrow piercing.
My Grandpa was the best person I'd ever known.
I covered my body in lipstick and ran through the sprinklers.
I stole 5 cent candy from the store and my dad found out and made me return it.
Forts were a lifestyle.
I paid the church to pray and seek the Lord.
I was too old to be a "snowboarder" for halloween.
I was nostalgic and wanted to blog but didn't have anything of substance at 7:30 in the morning.