"Cause you can't jump the track... we're like cars on a cable... and life's like an hourglass glued to the table... no one can find the rewind button so cradle your head in your hands...
and breathe... just breathe... oh breathe, just breathe!"
This is the end of the year father... the end of four years and here i am facing the future. oh the beautiful and terrifying future... What have you in store for me now... and can i let myself trust im you? can i cling to you with everything i am? father i know you are here when i call. i know that smoke billows from your nostrils and that you wrap the darkness around you like a cloak. i know that you expose the floor of the seas and walk upon the waters. i know that you build up the mountains on top of each other and are capable of tearing them off of their bases, thrusting them into the sea. i know you are awesome and mighty. i know you heal... leprosy and blindness and deafness, deformities and hardened, calloused hearts.
so i have immersed myself in this television show. this show exposes people in the most messed up situations this life has created. i love this show because it is funny and crazy and dramatic. but i think ... and please correct me if i am overstepping here... i love this show because these people's lives are not perfect by any means... they are crazy messed up... seriously... yet they pick up and move on... they crack jokes and lean on one another. they do their best to patch up the lives that they have completely botched up... Glory be to God that i don't have to patch up the life i have completely botched up... glory to God that his grace... oh his beautiful grace is patching me up. his glorious grace is making me all whole... all bright and shiny...
"Come what may... I won't fade away... but I know I might change... nothing comes easily... fill this empty space... nothing is like it was... turn my grief to grace... nothing comes easily... Where do I begin? [Alone you] can bring me peace... I've lost everything... I just want to feel your embrace"
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