Just like the tortous win the race, things take time and you will often lose so much if you speed through things like the hare did.
So I should be thankful for things taking their own sweet time. It is hard and I get impatent but in the end I do believe that everything will be worth it. Heart brake takes time to heal and mend, so I just have to live with it. I know I wont hurt forever, and I know eventually I will stop blaiming myself for everything. I also know that hopefully soon I will escape from this depression that is trying to weigh me down. I am fighting it like crazy.
The right place, the right time, the right person. It keeps coming into my head. It does not matter if the right person comes along if it is not the right time or would not be in the right place. Plus, there is not just one right person out there..there are many people who would be that right person and would make you so happy, you HAVE to watch out for those other two.
I am slowly but surely getting back to being me. But I cannot help but still put up that wall and lock the world out.
Satuday the choir sang at stake conference and they did amazing. I even got a letter from pres. Kush and that just made my day and week and has just helped me feel like I am noticed, and I can do something important. It really brought meaning and light to what hate and darkness I feel for myself.
My back had been causing me issues lately. But that is nothing I am not used too.
School is well school. I haven't posted my last two journals for Early Feild, I will post them soon, most likely along with the one I will right for this week. I have lots and lots of homework and projects and reasons for wanting death (jk on the last part) but I KNOW that with the Lord all things are possible. As long as I keep my faith and trust in him and keep doing what I am suppose to be doing, My Heavenly Father will watch over me.
Well I should already be already for school and I am not. Gotta run.
<3 Erin Christina
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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