Little less than a month left for the GCSE’s.
I know that all I should give up, sacrifice and let go is trivial in comparison to the end.
Throughout this, I know that the Lord is constantly with me, He has manifested in His grace and mercy toward me in every aspect of my life, which makes it infinitely easier to bear.
His grace is sufficient for me, His power is made perfect in my weakness.
That aside, sometimes it worries me, I wonder if I am nothing but a mere figment of your imagination. A form you easily can forget about, dispose, erase from your mind. It makes me sad, I don’t want to know that you will forget about me some day, that we will never be. Oh wells, now isn’t the time to think about is it?
Don’t wish, don’t start. Wishing only wounds the heart.
xxx.
Question of the day: How do you devour 93 hamburgers in the spanse of 8 minutes? I think I would die by my 6th.
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