Day 8

It was a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I am a lot weaker, but my God is strong.

"In the paths of your judgements, O Lord, we wait for you;

Your name and remembrance are the desire of our souls."

(Isaiah 26.8)

There is no rock like our God.

And I am not mourning anymore.

Anytime Graffitti

Pela makes no lyrical sense, but the way the songs are sung and the tunes are played tap into my emotions so well.

As an aside, I'm sad Pandora will discontinue soon. :(

Pointillism

These past 6 months just flew by.  Maybe the next 12 will too.

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God, you are so good and so faithful.  Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of evil, an evil of my own making, yet you are with me.  Your strength and discipline, guidance and wisdom, they comfort me. 

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A million miles I have come

A million I have yet to go

The days are getting colder

And I am getting older

Grace remains

In the face of a thousand inequities.

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One day, God willing, I will make it out to Eastern Europe again.

One day, God willing, I will not break any more hearts.

Europe is a treasure map, and there is a big X in Dobrogea.  Time and distance hasn't changed much.

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The days are getting colder.

And I am getting older.

Irony.

In this situation, you're precisely the person I would call.

Ecclesiastes 3.11

Bless you.  From the bottom of my heart, bless you in every way imaginable.

I'm done.