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So, I guess that's it. It makes a bit more sense now... but now It's just like talking to someone at a funeral.
"He was a good man."
"Yeah, he was."
"Were you close to him?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry..."
None of those statements really meant anything, but they are the way conversations go at funerals. (at least for me... but I generally have trouble not laughing, and I have never been terribly close to the deceased.. I'm a jerk.)... and, I guess, at the same time, there is more background sadness there when you look deeper. Such a weird thing.

I got to play a real piano at a retirement home today. I think it was my first "real" audience, which just sat and listened. I played a few songs and made a few mistakes, but I really enjoyed myself.

Things with school are moving slower than I had hoped, but they are moving. Pray for me with that.

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I... am just... a cloud. I am a branch on a tree. I am a rock on the ground. I am crushed into dirt, and I house the animals which will eat that carcass when it is buried. "won't let the nervous bury me." Not much stranger, God forgiven.(,,,,,,,,,commacommacommacomma).. Really, there's no telling... I am going to bed.

"You can come with me if you want, and I want you to come, but I am leaving soon... and I wont hesitate for much longer."

e.t.a. I changed the title. For you guys who didn't get it the first time, it's Psalm 139. It's about how God knows us inside and out. It finishes off with "See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the life everlasting". This blog is, in essence, somewhere between the lines of Psalm 139, and so is everything anyone else has ever written about themselves or anyone else; so is anything you have ever said (because it's not what goes on inside your mouth that defiles you) and everything that you've ever thought (because God looks at the heart).
God just... knows.