At the end of the day, my trust is in You
I do miss the good old days where I come up here to talk about my dreams, my emotions and experiences. It was a time of acute awareness of self, and the environment that I'm interacting with. People's faces were clear, and the face I see in the mirror everyday then portrayed hope for each new day, and anticipation of the untold events that were to unfold with the passing of the day.
Ah, the bliss of Year 1.
Then came the challenges and breakdowns I grew accustomed to blogging about, where I stepped on an emotional roller-coaster that I could not seem to get down of, and grew sick from all the jerks, swerves and turns. Thanking God who saw me through the nasty ride.
Still, yeeks, a troll of Year 2.
Now, seldom a free gal to come up and talk crap and whatnots. And going through the motions of the day, but blah, not with clockwork precison, but with a sort of resigned lethargy that u get from worn machines that clanked and gruntled with every step of work they took on.
The old beginning of Year 3.
So what hasn't changed?
I still care alot about what/how he feels. He still makes me feel vulnerable.
shucks. I thought Im supposed to get out of this trap ages ago?
But God, no worries. I still love You more.
Take me deeper in love with You, Lord, and guide me in doing my best for You, in everything You called me to.
Nothing is worth giving You up for in this world. and no one too, for that matter.
"When you let God be God, man will be man."
