Wednesday, October 21, 2009
itchy
I think I shall become a gypsy with a mission. I'm not sure where I'm going, but, like Abraham, I just feel like going. I'm itchy with the type of boredom that saps energy. What next? Where next? Sifting through my dreams like diamonds, but none quite fit. I'm asking God to give me a dream I've not dreamed before. Meanwhile, I try to praise Him in its absence.
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Are you itchy because of what you want to find or because of what you want to leave behind?
Neither and both, I guess. :)
Oh Becca.
I miss you SO much.You're so beautiful.
Love and prayers :)
Thanks, Rosanne. That felt like it came straight from God. I miss your beautiful self, too!
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