satan you asswipe leave us alone. nothing left to attack right? loser. you suck.
i want to wear a real flower in my hair, roll up my jeans and don an oversized tank top. pull on sunshades and flip flops and walk along the tall grass in some forsaken field of buttercups. all this in full colour, please.. black and white won't do it justice.
4.45pm marked the "end" to one of the most tiring weekends as yet. but this is all training for the future ministry i guess.. dear cell, i'm sorry i wasn't around very much today.. please bear with me?
i am pressed but not crushed
persecuted not abandoned.
struck down but not destroyed
i am blessed beyond the curse
for His promise will endure
that His joy's gonna be my strength
though the sorrow may last for the night
His joy comes with the morning....
yes Lord, yes Lord, yes yes Lord, Amen.
Grace ♥ 6:02 m.d.