Oh heartache. Maybe God has blessed me with relief, but now I am sad in a different way. "It must have been so frightening"will you be alright"it isn't your fault"stay strong" it would be cynical to call it pity, but it is something like that... in the best sense of the word, I think. "A way for us to see if we still feel alive"

I have a friend who tries to start a new conversation with me each day. Wouldn't it make more sense to just never say goodbye? and to pick up where we leave off in the morning? "an action without meaning"

This tea feels so good on my throat. I wish I had a lot more of it. "Give to the fire, beyond the soul desire"

I have not done devotionals lately, like I should be. I have not practiced piano in nearly a week. I have not started working on my homework for Korean. I have not finished my formula sheet for Physics. I really need a complete formula sheet, because I fear I will not be able to memorize them otherwise, and I will need to have them memorized for the exam next week. "I drank a thimble full of fire, and I am never coming back" I can't help but feel like this all has to happen, even if it means I am barely holding on to my self-projected future the entire time.. Dear God...

I don't know what to think of my country right now. I did not like Clinton, I did not entirely like Bush, I do not like Obama. I doubt I will really like our next president.... but it's our president. We are all Americans, if the government sucks, we are to blame as a people, not as individuals. I am guilty by association. "Time is always right behind us; like a lamb under the gun; I'll hold on to this forever; this is never long enough"

Dear God, I want that you would impose your will on me. I can't stand all this guess-work. "I feel like God wants me here"I feel like God wants me there" If you would just make me do what you want, we would both be so much happier. If you would release me from my flawed perception and my flawed moral code and my flawed sense of being, even my flawed life. "I'm gonna take that grain and I'm gonna crush it all together into the flour of a bread as small and simple and sincere as when the dryness and the rain finally drink from one another the gentle cup of mutual surrender tears"

"My Love, where are the ashes buried from that bridge?"

"My Faith, we cannot rebuild a bridge with ashes."