Abide in Him, and he in you. 8220;Call now; is there anyone who will answer you? To which of the holy ones will you turn? Surely vexation kills the fool,. And jealousy slays the simple. I have seen the fool taking root,. But suddenly I cursed his dwelling. His children are far from safety;. They are crushed in the gate,. And there is no one to deliver them. The hungry eat his harvest,. And he takes it even out of thorns,. And the thirsty pant after his wealth.

Away from expected black on white. Something more like a roller coaster. Understanding without becoming a jerk. I will design my life by hand. I am myself and my own brand. I want to try this drink. A Letter from Ten Years Later.

Sunday, December 5, 2010. Is but a small reflection of what is to come. It is imperfect, but a promise of perfection. The trees seem real and the creatures alive,. But to what purpose are they here? Why must I dwell in this place when. There is a land much greater than this. Just beyond my reach? And why is it that sometimes I feel lonely in this place. When sometimes I feel fulfilled by one touch. Of my love, my creator.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010. I am excited to see what the Lord does in me this year. Love you and miss you all. Texas is not far from my heart. Sunday, August 22, 2010.

Sunday, March 13, 2011. There are truths I need to hear. And there are truths that must be spoken. And I need to be understood. I may dance around the subject. And I might avoid the hard questions. And I need to be healed.

Monday, January 25, 2010. Saturday, January 16, 2010. Wednesday morning I had work from 5 to 9, then met Taylor Wilbur Concialdi at Chic-fil-a because I had barely seen her all break! I miss you Taylor! .