Monday, February 9, 2009


things don't work out the way i intend. broken world, broken girl. i am physically sick today, and now i remember that spiritually we are all sick too. i'm sorry that a cold--a sore throat and a stuffy nose and a headache and joint pain--can be a metaphor for the cold soul. i'm sorry i didn't see farther and clearer. i'm sorry there are multiple people this note could be meant for, even though i'm writing it for just one.

but i am not the One who makes everything glorious, and we have a great Physician. and: "it is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick."

the Lord bless you and keep you. the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and make your paths straight.

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