Sunday, 15 April 2007

You still do it. I can't remember when you started, but even after these recent weeks, you still do it. If I hear a song about you, or if someone speaks about how you have met with them, healed them, it still brings a lump to my throat and tears in my eyes. I never thought I would be like that.

So here I am, half getting ready, half hyper ventilating, realising I don't want brief moments anymore.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I read that and am unsure of how to respond...

(see you said I never leave comments, so today I thought I would)

Remind me when I get home to give you a big hug.

I dont know why, but I really hate seeing you hurting...

I've been thinking about suggesting this for a while, but do you fancy trying to do a bible study together? I mean properly?