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Journal excerpts...

Sunday, September 24, 2006
Life can be brutally hard at times. It seems as though the more I learn, the more I grow, the harder life becomes. I feel sorely tempted, and even when I'm not, temptation always lurks just around the corner. I am weak, and I am frail. I am prone to forgetting my first love, prone to forgetting He who is my Savior, my King, my God. Father help me, for I am weak and not up to the tasks set before me. Who am I? Who am I?

Sunday, June 25, 2006
Had lunch at Scott and Emily's today. As I was about to leave, Scott said, "Thanks for inviting yourself over," and I said, "Anytime, anytime."

Saturday, December 25, 2004
What did the shepherds think? The Creator...probably not even eight pounds. He can't feed Himself, burp Himself, walk, talk, or clean Himself. Behold...God in the flesh!

Wednesday, May 31, 2006
This entry comes from a strange place: Ward Starbucks. The new one. Yeah, it's kind of sad...but like so many other things here...they change, whether or not I'm ready to accept it.

Monday, February 14, 2005
Quote of the day: "My vocabulary is very colorful, but I print in black and white."

Wednesday, June 21, 2006
What a summer. I have the distinct feeling that I'm being stripped away...slowly but surely, even agonizingly and resignedly, I'm being stripped away.

Thursday, June 14, 2007
There are days where I feel melancholy all day long. Other days, it lies there, stagnant, waiting to spring upon me suddenly. Today is a day of melancholy of the latter sort.

posted by Bolo | 12:54 AM
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