The discomfort of thought and feeling of plans and excitement of priorities to balance everything is all that stands. A baby in your arms, dozed off to car alarms, singing about animal sounds on the farms, and feels so warm.
We all know the song ding done the witch is dead lalalalala, I usually hum this when someone is dealing with a difficult ordeal. Mostly unfair probabilities that seem to rob a good heart. Guessing that after a few days of learning something new fromcsomething old such as the Word of God, gives me alot to think of and consider that will pave a new direction from an old one. Who wants to guess what I'm talking about here?
Well, I've saved money just to have it taken from me over and over so what? I continue to build my dreams believin that what doesn't pan out will make you stronger along the way. Life can seem like a series of projects. There isn't much to redeem in the world without God.
Nothing good or all things good come from above. Lately ive thought about that, since my newborn son came into the world there's a lot to hop on that goes around in circles for a good cause. When you think you are doing something you have to do, you find a way to make it yours, as you would want to do something about the situation you have no clue on. For instance, you meet the most unattractive and distasteful person who spits, and smokes, or does drugs and drinks but they are on time and committed to your needs what then?
Or let's say you are stuck in a surgery room full of doctors, and you are the patient, the one you say you could never be in those ER rooms yet here you are not once or twice maybe the third time getting surgery. Is this amazing or what? Fascinating? Nervous Nancy and a little cold on the table, I thought I could do better than nervous. Where did my sense of humor go?
I quit smoking mostly, and drinking while sugary foods still find their way to celebrating times and friends love a good cake. Or sweetening you up in other words. I've habitualized the notion of pressing others to have another cookie, cupcake, or dessert. I love those sweets doesn't mean they're going to be good for you.
The bathroom fan goes on and drives me bonkers as the clock winds down and we all know where to go. Loud coughs and attention seeking unawares, halarius. Then the ideas that swim across the universe only to suggest people are going to let you down and they are hurt too. Keeping busy, a lonely excuse to the grieving who need a break. Failures, rejection, disappointments, discouragement, and accidents seem to all fall into the same bag. Interests, goals, passions, people, joy.
Make up, hair, purses, boots, jackets, glasses, clothes, whatever we do to seize the day are old plans of my mom's for a more robust start of her day and dollar.
She truly has been a role model, and an admirable woman that I dare not pain my self around her talents and unbringing. It is devastation to dishonor let me tell you how daily I fail to honor God through my parents and end up in my own prison of mental pains from pressure to stress.
See your not stuck, you choose your own buck. Luck. Tucked away in heaven under a blanket in seven. He's in charge of heaven. U2 lyrics. Cold warm hunches
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