we were having a conversation one night and i divuldged that i feel like i am here mistakenly. and you confronted me with the truth of: God does not make mistake.
God does not make mistakes, but i feel like have consistently fail to adapt. consistently fail to fit in or understand. maybe it was the timing of it all. maybe joan of arc was right with this:
You say that you are my judge; I do not know if you are; but take good heed not to judge me ill, because you would put yourself in great peril.
it is time that i stop judging myself. stop heaping upon myself the pain of a life i have left behind and the misgivings of a life i do not have. i am the sum of nothing, and the value of more than everything --- the human spirit is beyond human measure. we are the make up of the universe and it is folded with in us.
we are the sky and the clouds and the rain that waters us...
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we are the collections of everything beautiful - we are beauty.
my heart longs - but this may be a lasting condition of my time here.
my one strong hope: to find patience and a sense of home (if only within my own skin)
the objective is clear: keep moving forward. keep pressing onward. be your 2nd biggest fan (since God is your first).
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