i used to be afraid of heights and water (a little) but not to the point where i won't face them. i'll skydive if you want me to. i'll swim back and forth if you want me to. it's just not my favourite but i can conquer my fears.
i was thinking and praying the other night, it was so comforting to think that God's got the boy somewhere. one day God'll bring him forward. why bother looking.
i wrote in my journal for like two hours the other night. filled about 14 pages. i gave a sufficient account of my boyfriends starting with jordan all the way to now. because i want my husband and my kids to know all my dealings with past boys that made me realize that i can wait. it's been a long time coming to realize that. but i can wait, i will wait. i'm in no hurry. i will not rush God's perfect timing.
I decided to start reading The Collector again. i liked it, i never finished it. so why not. I read a lot yesterday and Miranda talked about an artist who critiqued her work. he said, "these aren't very good." it crushed her. but why would he tell her they're good if they weren't? why would he lead her to believe she reached his approval? what good does it do to sugar-coat things? you never grow if you think you've already grown.
so, even though i don't plan to be heartless, i plan to say things straight-up. without making myself look better, without making yourself look better. see things as they are and how they can be with perseverance.
OKAY! time to leave.
phoebethune-out




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