And all the little things that make up a memory
Like she said she loved to watch me sleep
Like she said:
"It's the breathing, it's the breathing in and out and in and..."
(Counting Crows)
I wanna know that there is a piece of me in the world beyond myself. That there is any bit of me that hasn't been fully handed over to God's will to make the world a better place and the people around me more fulfilled is truly my worst fear. Also, socks.
But that makes it hard to be a girl sometimes and want something for myself. I get selfish in a very fierce way because sometimes I lose the balance. That is not an extreme I like to operate out of. The balance will come from getting comfortable in God's really tremendous work for my life - when he puts me somewhere to serve and impact and do the hard work of loving broken people and still it feels like my birthday every day.
The dream life. The honest and real promise. When nothing that happens can shake my faith in him and my Joy cannot be stolen.
So close.
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