I am not... made... to exist like this.
Yahweh, come. Please. Come.
Repentance is so hard.
I have nothing to say. I cannot put into words the... feeling... raging within my blood.
This just isn't right. I'm not supposed to be here.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Rise to Rebellion: Selected Essays
- Rise to Rebellion - A Contest Appears to be Opened: 1754-1764 That Dark and Bloody River ∙ The French & Indian War ∙ Writs of As...
-
"I stand between the saint and the sinner, chasing after holiness, close enough to grasp, but still it's just beyond my reach. Who ...
-
Paul vs. the Judaizers When we read St. Paul’s letter to the Galatians, we are reading not a theological treatise but rather a snapshot of ...
-
Summer has finally came to an end, and hopefully so have my sporadic updates. Working at the Girl Scout Camp ended on August 1 st , and rig...
1 comment:
This is open to great misunderstanding.
Check back tomorrow to see what I'm really talking about ;)
Mystery is wonderful, isn't it?
Post a Comment