Sarah left the church Sunday. And it hurt then. But it hurts now too… a bit worse. See, she was the only real friend I had there. And the only one even remotely close to my age. And it’s funny how much it meant to me to see her there. And knowing that I won’t see her there anymore hurts. It hurts like knowing I won’t see Robin at church hurt… and still does sometimes hurt, even though I never expected her to be at Miamisburg.
Because it Changes
Today I feel old again. Yes, I can no longer tell people that I am 22. But even though I haven’t been 22 for a almost 2 weeks now, I just feel old.
Flicker
You know Lord,
Sometimes I don’t understand why You have me where I am. I don’t know why the things that hurt do and why home is such a hard concept some days. I don’t know why this transition period seems to be a forever period. Or why time seems to evade us and melt into the distance. It’s weird how this light of hope seems like an illusion that is nearly burning out and yet I know so much better than to believe that lie. It’s like some days seem like years of being stuck in a hole with only a little wick left. The question then remains if I will look toward the light, or merely stare into the overwhelming darkness.
Savior, You can move the mountains.
My God is mighty to save.
He is mighty to save.
Forever, Author of Salvation.
He rose and conquered the grave.
Jesus conquered the grave.
Please, Lord… move me or move my mind……
And a nap would be nice.
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Moving on
To praise You with my song
[Your] dreams at hand, I’ve found my place
the place where I belong…”