Monday, October 13, 2014

hold on

how do i best say this?

i feel lucky to have a God who loves us at our lowest points. that every time i'm in a stairwell, he comes & saves me and bears me out of it. he shoots me out of my stairwells with rockets. yeah sometimes i see stars too & sometimes it hurts but. in the end he still saves. 

firstly & most importantly, everything has to stabilize. secondly but also importantly, i'm going to make sure that this scattershot approach, this lack of knowledge, it stops right here. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that i fill up all my gaps of knowledge and my inabilities until it's overflowing. i can't & i wont stand for this. it's a tough lesson to learn but it has been learnt. 

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