Friday, March 16, 2012
A Journal Entry: February 13, 2012
I sit here, on this rainy morning, with much on my heart.
So many things I want to write, but how do I even begin to express it all?
Maybe words will come eventually, maybe not.
Either way, on this rainy morning, I am sure of one thing.
n all our afflictions,
he is afflicted;
and the angel of his presence saves us;
he lifts us up and
carries us all our days.
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