friends

i want to change the world
instead, i sleep
i want to believe in more
than you and me.

but all that i know is i'm breathing
all i can do is keep breathing
all we can do is keep breathing
now, now, now.

- "keep breathing", ingrid michaelson.

there are some things, that for all our efforts, we can never seem to fix. those things are
what haunt us on sleepless nights, what stare at us in the face when we shake off the
shadow of the night and try our best to move on into the day. i can't fix you, but i will try
anyway because i could never live with myself knowing i didn't at least make some feeble
attempt at putting humpty-dumpty back together again.

i am the product of my past, of the example my parents, my friends, set for me. i'm master
of no measure of my own future except that which i choose to make of it. i know Who my
real Master is, but submission is hard. thank You though, that You don't slice me open and
bleed me dry with your words, that You remain loving and kind even when all i see around
me is the sheer absence of such a love. thank You too, that into even such painful absence
You speak Your truth, that i see through r the way You love. thank You, thank You.

our God is faithful
He will work within us
fulfilling all the purpose He has planned.
cleansing our hearts and filling with His spirit
making us strong to keep His last command.