I've been pretty stressed recently. I haven't had time to blog about it. Even now, I'm laying in bed, blogging on my phone. Maybe sometime in the near future I'll write out this story, because it's an interesting one, I think. I expect that the near future will yield a sharp reduction in my stress, as the last several months have been a jagged incline.

For now, I wrote this poem...

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All I am is words,
words spoken by God
without malice
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I guess it's called "design", because God decreed everything about us in eternity past, and then spoke to create all things.


"Declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times the things that are not yet done, saying, My counsel shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure"