Courtney
I just long to be in his arms. I long to curl up in his lap and just be. Just be in his prescence and let my Abba calm my fears. Calm my hurts, ease my anger. I have so many words that I want to say. I want to make people understand. But I've come to the realization that some people just can't. And that's okay. I want to be a normal person. I want to be happy and I want everyone to see that in me. To see Christ in me.

So for now, Abba and I will deal with it. He gets this pain. He's felt it all. He created these emotions, surely he can handle them. I may just be silent for a while. Maybe that's for the best. I may be back tomorrow. I don't know. But for now, know that you are all loved, very, very much.
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  1. Melanie Says:
    September 29, 2009 at 8:24 PM

    just want you to know that you are heard *hug* love you


  2. Kimmy Kay Says:
    September 30, 2009 at 10:08 AM

    Praying that your prayers are being answered! You are right . . . God is the only one who TOTALLY gets it and the Only One who can truly heal and restore. We all are just here to listen when you want to talk and pray when you want to be silent. You also are loved, very, very much!


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