Don't get hung up. Because nothing matters but Jesus.

I've been thinking about my husband alot.
There are things i know about him.
I've compiled them here:

WHERE ARE ALL OF GOD'S MEN?
(The barracks are no home)

There are things you don't know.
A history lacking of much wanted gambol.
Something that overtakes me at any moment.
Something that i couldn't ever control.
When it is far away from me i don't remember
how dominating it is.
And when it is close, it is a best friend.
It deceives me into thinking that i need nothing else.
Because i now know life without it, i have been trying
trying trying trying
to be without it.
I think i know nothing harder.
This last year i was a weaver,
of smiles snivels laughs and unsettlement.
It's like a a ball and chain shackled to my heart.
I woke up sunday excited.
And as i sat down in my chair,
falling deeper into my seat.
I fell.
I fell to just the surface
of the steep pool i can drown in.
Just the thought of where i could go scares me.
Every day i try.
Every day i need Jesus.
Every day it gets harder and harder.
I've never tried this hard to stay.
I'm sorry if i seem distant to you.
But just know that i am actually proud of myself that day.
Satan is so good at knowing where to get me
he's been trying trying trying.
And i've been trying trying trying
and depending on
Him only.



NOW I CHANGE TOPICS TO
songs of TODAY that make me want to stay:







I will now go make a sandwich and delve deeper into Matthew.

I'm going to throw a Moustache Party soon. Look out.