Being a grown up, like my parents always used to tell me growing up, is a big responsibility. I didn't know it was like being Bruce Banner trying to hold in the Incredible Hulk. I've already worked thirty hours in the last two days. I'm feeling it. But, the secret is, it's always stressful - and grace deals ever so severely to my cold heart. Thank you Jesus.
Cover up death up with a white blanket. Don't think about it, let it just slip away for months on end without notice. Maybe sometime I'll know. For now, I keep pressing strong.
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winter and fall por vida.
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