and now in an attempt to shake off the blues, i will drowsily read my 'a charlie brown Christmas' storybook and hope dad takes me to tractor supply company after we take my dog to the vet in the morning...
you know, i am content with life.
because in all reality, i didn't ask for this, i didn't ask for the pain to still be here.
but God trusts me so much.
and He always knows what He's doing.
the trials are so dear to me, they form me, and never in a bad way...
"and this is the simple truth: that to live is to feel oneself lost. He who accepts it has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look around for something to which to cling; and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life. These are the only genuine ideas, the ideas of the shipwrecked. all the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce.'
-soren kierkegaard
i have learned to live in the lost, i may be dead now but great scot i can still swim.
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