Lydia went from pregnant with her 2nd and just moved in to a house in West Valley to already having her baby and an apartment in Murray. No mention has been made of Rotha, maybe he’s visiting Cambodia?
For some reason talk of a ‘leading man’ named Balthier makes me laugh.
Must go eat tater tots now.
Oh, and I’m wired, as in, actually have wires on my head. And there are puppy-dogs in the backyard who are impersonating squeak-toys.
We are always told that everything has a price. And you know what? That’s true. Nothing is free, nothing is without a cost. Christ paid the ultimate price for His love for us. no, i’m not talking about just His death. I’m talking about the anguish, the darkness and the loneliness He felt (must have felt) the night before He was taken. Even with His price that has already been paid, there is something that we must give in order to receive His mercy.
As I said before, nothing is free.
But what He asks in return is only our sins, only those things that hurt us. (shakes head at self) If it were just that simple. Our sins, in a way, have come to define us. We have allowed them to take a central role in our lives. Letting go of them is not easy, nor does it seem to be a one-time thing. It is something that we will need to do many times throughout our lives.
I say need because it is not something that many want to do. We hold onto them, clinging with all our might, keeping them close to our hearts. After all, if you have chosen something to represent who you are, have made it a part of yourself, do you want to let it go?
Have you ever looked into a mirror and then stopped to try and figure out who the person staring back at you was? Then get the feeling that this happens, on average, at least once a day?
But, y’know what? It doesn’t always bother me anymore. Except when it does.
Sometimes I find myself standing in a room and I have no idea how I got there.
Stepped outside in the back to find Catlyn and I got lost. I did find her and then followed her back into the house.
So very tired.
Right…uh…(feels like a tv filled with white noise is going off in her head)
So, I’m 15, but we moved from Sandy to Riverton to Sandy and Julia’s not only back from Germany but already had the baby (it’s a boy!) and the baby looks like he’s 7.
I am just this side of hysterical.
Julia told me to write how I’m feeling i this nifty little book and I’m feeling really overwhelmed and kind of dazed with just a pinch of hysteria at the back.
So I was looking through this quote book that also had story ideas in it and I thought, “Wow, this author is really mean to their characters.”
Then I recognized the handwriting as my own.
Not entirely sure where I am. Julia says that I’m at her place, but we’re not in Riverton. Hazel has a 2-year-old brother who, while adorable, wasn’t there yesterday. She’s also seemed to age several years overnight. So have Julia’s kids.