My Love.

I miss my poof.
Waiting for my fringe to grow out is torturous.
I just went and cut it again today.
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"I'd rather do nothing with you than something without you."
No, Jesus.
I'd rather do something I dislike with You than something I like without You.

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Oh God You make it sooooooo hard.
I am so tempted to get a boyfriend now.
I don't care who when how what why where.
Just anything but this.

Remember My Love.

It's a little hard, but I think it's coming through now in little dribs and drabs.

Job-moments.
That's what I call those horrendous, arduous, torturous, fling-my-frustrations-until-I-am-exhuasted sessions.
Thank God for being God.
He's the only One who can stand my nonsense.

Remember My Love...
Remember My Love...
Remember My Love...

I try.
I try really hard, you know.

I know.
Sometimes it's good to not try so hard.

Sigh.
This is where I let it all go.
My hopes, my fears, my dreams.
Let it all go into God's sovereign hands.

Another late night.
With God, they all amount to something in the end.