I hate it when I have nothing to say, when the only words I want to write are for God. I hate it when I've spent my thoughts and energy on lesson plan critiques and observation reflections and pasted my ideas onto things that will be assessed by someone who doesn't know me. I hate it when my thoughts are so sporadic that they slip through my fingers like water yet bore into my heart like a dull pain. I hate it when my words run dry and need to be satiated by the Holy Spirit, by the Word, by Him who fully knows me.
I also hate it when the gray clouds tempt me, yet hold back their rain.
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And now my lamentations about not being able to write have afforded me a decent post. I love it when that happens.
May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us; establish the work of our hands for us-- yes, establish the work of our hands.
I LOVE IT WHEN THE BON IVER ALBUM COMES OUT.
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I hate it when I forget to read your blog, but I love it that the Internet is forgiving and leaves much from the past still available. YOU, my dear, are simply wonderful.
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