To The Blue Sky. . .
1.26.2004
So I feel the need to post. I think I rather like this silence by the by. That is to say, the lack of comments due to BlogOut being messed up. It's rather like I'm writing to myself. As if this were a secret blog. Those seem to be all the rage these days. Oh, that and "Hi, you can call me Lame" Xangas. Yep. I said it. Eat it.
So I'm just kind of wondering if it ever ends. I'm in quite a good mood now I suppose, so I'm not going to end that by dwelling on anything, but I just wonder what is the purpose of all of this. I don't like feeling uncomfortable. I don't like feeling like this at all. I hate how this just consumes me. I am really trying to just give this up to God and trust him with it, but no matter how hard I want to believe that He has a plan and a will for all of this, I just am having such a hard time trusting Him. It's taken me like 20 minutes to write this little bit because I am doing other stuff. So I am going to go, and do those things, and not think about this all for an hour at least. And well see where we're at when I open my Bible tonight. Pray that God will show me something. I really just want to hear his voice in all of this.

