Saw it last night, so funny!
Given the choice between being shot and not being shot, not being shot is USUALLY better.
I wonder why women are so much nastier in the bathroom than men. I mean really.
I wonder why I make the same mistakes over.Will I ever learn??????
I wonder why my heart gets so troubled, when I know Jesus loves me more than the birds.
I wonder why I can't fully trust God when I trust Him to take me to heaven. Why can't I trust Him with everyday life
I may or may not be on the path to getting confirmed in the Lutheran church. Granted, I'm about ten years older than the average person going through it, but whatever.
It just occurred to me that there are many, many people whose daily lives consist of waking up at 7 AM for some job they despise, spending 8 hours there, then coming home too tired to do any of their hobbies, before taking a couple anti-depressants because they struggle to feel any happiness or meaning, before watching mindless television until midnight before going to bed wishing there was something more to their lives. This, ladies and gentlemen, is what I would consider hell. No hope, no ambition, just a bitter reality of a meaningless, unenjoyable life.
Day 22
All I have to do is wait. Whatever judgment I receive, will be just. Because in the end, it's God and God alone who will rule and be magnified.
Amen
For a few months now, I've been dreaming on and off about rooms of my past. Its like I walk through this very large house, each door I enter is a hallway or room of a house or place I've been before, and that is relevent to me in some way. Each room brings back a memory, a feeling, a smell, and people; all transitioning into the other. It is quite interesting. and yet I feel a bit uneasy during it. Can't escape the past I suppose. And since I've moved around 13 times in my life, and transitioned a lot through friends, and 'identities', there is a lot to go through- emotionally, and mentally.
For a few months now, I've been dreaming on and off about rooms of my past. Its like I walk through this very large house, each door I enter is a hallway or room of a house or place I've been before, and that is relevent to me in some way. Each room brings back a memory, a feeling, a smell, and people; all transitioning into the other. It is quite interesting. and yet I feel a bit uneasy during it. Can't escape the past I suppose. And since I've moved around 13 times in my life, and transitioned a lot through friends, and 'identities', there is a lot to go through- emotionally, and mentally.