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Friday, November 25, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Rambling...
Ugh Idk, I feel a little weird, ever since the morning, knocked out for like 5ish hours after church :/ just woke up and I feel worse than before.... Uhmm Im tired explaining the way I feel, no one gets it unless your a doctor and even then they only understand and know what to prescribe because they hear it ten thousand times a day lol..... Well the best I could describe is, everything hurts, everything always hurts!!!...sorry for my rambling, I'm just a little stressed I think :( Time for some food maybe...
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” —Sylvia Plath 
The Valley of Vision-
Giver Of All,
Another day is ended and I take my place beneath my great Redeemer's cross, where healing streams continually descend, where balm is poured into every wound, where I wash anew in the all-cleansing blood, assured that thou seest in me no spots of sin.
Yet a little while and I shall go to thy home and be no more seem;
Help me to gird up the loins of my mind, to quicken my step, to speed as if each moment were my last, that my life be joy, my death glory.
I thank thee for the temporal blessings of this world-
the refreshing air,
the light of the sun,
the food that renews strength,
the raiment that clothes,
the dwelling that shelters,
the sleep that gives rest,
the starry canopy of night,
the summer breeze,
the flowers' sweetness,
the music of flowing streams,
the happy endearments of family, kindred, friends.
Things animate, things inanimate, minister to my comfort.
My cup runs over.
Suffer me not to be insensible to these daily mercies.
Thy hand bestows blessings: thy power averts evil.
I bring my tribute of thanks for spiritual graces, the full warmth of faith, the cheering presence of thy Spirit, the strength of thy restraining will, thy spiking of hell's artillery.
Blessed be my sovereign Lord!
Another day is ended and I take my place beneath my great Redeemer's cross, where healing streams continually descend, where balm is poured into every wound, where I wash anew in the all-cleansing blood, assured that thou seest in me no spots of sin.
Yet a little while and I shall go to thy home and be no more seem;
Help me to gird up the loins of my mind, to quicken my step, to speed as if each moment were my last, that my life be joy, my death glory.
I thank thee for the temporal blessings of this world-
the refreshing air,
the light of the sun,
the food that renews strength,
the raiment that clothes,
the dwelling that shelters,
the sleep that gives rest,
the starry canopy of night,
the summer breeze,
the flowers' sweetness,
the music of flowing streams,
the happy endearments of family, kindred, friends.
Things animate, things inanimate, minister to my comfort.
My cup runs over.
Suffer me not to be insensible to these daily mercies.
Thy hand bestows blessings: thy power averts evil.
I bring my tribute of thanks for spiritual graces, the full warmth of faith, the cheering presence of thy Spirit, the strength of thy restraining will, thy spiking of hell's artillery.
Blessed be my sovereign Lord!
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