Truncated feeds

So, apparently my blog posts are always short when they show up in your reader (if that’s how you roll with my blog).

I have switched this.

Now you may enjoy my rambles in all their glory.

If you only see a line or two in your reader, then the blog is just a line or two.

Enjoy, dear readers!

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Story of my life

or what I’m starting to believe is our lot..

How come I seem to have some concept of what is perfect, and yet I’ve never known perfection?

I called this year the year of Thanks.

That was a failed prophecy.

All I’ve managed to do, is realize just how disillusioned I am with my lot.

There is good here, but I just don’t know if it’s worth it.

It’s been a hard day

Sometimes, when you’re hated, your nature is to hate back.

Hate is the opposite of love the way death is the opposite of life.

God created because he loves and Satan destroys because he hates.

Today was one of those days where I felt like destroying things.

That’s the result of living with fallen individuals. Individuals that don’t know how to love well, individuals that are so messed up that by living with them or loving them you get hurt.

My heart is numb from it.

And I have a headache. It was a fast, loud, painful day.

I am going to bed now. I pray with all my heart I won’t dream – my dreams as of late have not been peaceful.

A mixture of sun and rain

A wedding date and a funeral.

Today I secured April 18th, 2009, as our wedding date, and tonight I’m going to go to a visitation for the mother a friend of ours. The funeral is tomorrow.

It feels like this little gem of a moment that I’ve been waiting for is out of place amidst all the clouds and rain. The weather forecast for today and tomorrow seems to reflect my feelings of this.

Pathetic Fallacy

Another friend recently found out the cancer has returned in his father’s body, and my grandmother broke her wrist yesterday.

There’s so much to pray for.

Sometimes…

some people make me want to spit and swear.

This is Temporary

This blog is temporary. It won’t last long, but I’ll make the best of it.

I need to write.

This life is temporary. It has a beginning and end. It is bound by time.

But we can do things eternal by it.