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Bubble girl

I wake up and say a prayer for you again
I put on that song you sang to me and then
I head off to my job, guess not much has changed
Punch the clock, head for home
Check the phone, just in case
Go to bed, dream of you -
That’s what I’m doing these days.

- ‘These Days’ by Rascal Flatts (edited)

I do feel that He’s been gently prodding me in a certain direction because lately I’ve suddenly come to a realization and an understanding.  I’ve become convicted of my feelings and I’m surprised, because nothing’s really happened lately to make this happen.  I just…sort of came into it.  Like nirvana, or something.  And now that I’ve gained understanding, now that I’ve come to terms with how I feel, I guess I’ve also settled down for the long haul.  I do believe there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, in that sense.  I don’t wish to grow more maudlin and wistful though, but more calm, more trusting, more willing to rest in Him and let Him worry about shtuff.

Lord…don’t stop holding my hand.

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