Friday, February 10, 2012


"my grace is sufficient for thee, for my strength is made perfect in weakness"
2 corinthians 12:9

this is the real thing, it really is

words seem insufficient. lots of poetry percolating around my head these days, but i seem unable to put pen to paper. i'm coming up with plenty of puns for you-know-what though, hehehe

honestly speaking, i think it can go either way.

this is what i pray for, as i lace up my running shoes at five am in the dark - a rainbow, assurance that He will not give us more than we can handle; a dove, sign of approaching land. peace, grace, and hope.

i am the least perfect person for any task, let alone one of such mammoth proportions. just because this happens to be my one talent in the whole world, does not correspond to me being the only one with this talent.

but if i, who am so amazingly unworthy and untalented, manage this, let it be known that it was not my doing, but God's. and quite honestly, if i really pull this off, all glory be to God. it certainly cannot have come from anything conceived by me.

on the other hand, if i don't... all i can say is God give me mercy and protect me from global hatred and global warming and please fry any eggs that might be thrown at me.

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