I Don’t Have A New Years Resolution, The Only Thing That’s Changing For The New Year Is The Date I’ll Write On My Papers. In The End I’m Still The Same Person And Still Have To Deal With The Same Situations. Why Was My Time Writing Pointless Wishes That I Want To Happen And I Know Deep Down Won’t.
That Moment When You’re Writing How You Feel On Your Blog And Someone Peeks Over Your Shoulder …
I Haven’t Been On Here In Awhile And I Didn’t Think My First Post Would Have Been Me Upset And At 2:16 am On A Friday Morning. I Went Out And Prior To That I Asked My Father for My Keys, The Keys By The Way That I Lent To Him Because He Had “Visitors” Staying At His Home. He Said No And Now I’m Calling Everyone And Their Mother To Open The Door For Me And Everyone Wants To Move All Slow Like I Wasn’t Waiting Outside. And The Door Slams If You Don’t Catch It And On This Particular Occasion The Very LAST Thing On M Mind Is Catching The Door Because Now I’m Upset. As A Result Of That My Baby Sister Destiny Starts To Cry. Let Me Just Point Out That This Could Have All Been Avoid If He Had Just Given Me The Keys. It’s Clear To Me Now That There Isn’t Enough Space In This House For Me. Now That My Father And His Wife Has Their Baby, She Has Taken My Spot, Kind Of What Some People Wanted All Along. But I’m Old Enough And I’m Able To Understand The Things I Couldn’t Understand When I Was Younger. I Can’t Even Be Hurt, I’m Just So Pissed Off Because It’s Like When I Was Younger All Over Again. He Wasn’t There Then, Apparently He Won’t Be Here Now.
by Susan Fox
You are His
Our God is a master craftsman. God did not mass-produce us from a creational assembly line. He created each one of us uniquely, lovingly, with a certain set of physical attributes, emotional characteristics, individual idiosyncrasies, specific talents and Spiritual gifts. As He grows us spiritually, He knows our temperament and what it takes to bring each of us, in different ways, deeper and closer to Himself.
O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand. Isaiah 64:8
We cannot mature on our own; no amount of independent effort or volunteer work or good deeds or trying harder will…
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