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Saturday, April 21, 2007
there are times when i readily respond and others when i sit and refuse to budge because i'm way too afraid to and i can't quite believe what's happening. there were a zillion things running through my head as i sat there mostly patrified and struggling to logically make sense of it all.
it's almost as if my mind was being read and every single feeble attempt to deflect what was coming at me was thwarted. it's times like these you know that you're seriously fighting a losing battle against logic and obstinance. but you try not to give in. so you stay seated. but other things give.unfortunately (or fortunately perhaps..i'm just not there yet), these are the kinda things that sleeping over won't do anything for coz i'm almost afraid and largely certain that i'll wake up tmr feeling even clearer about things.oh the struggle to remain tender and open and obedient. oh for grace to trust You more.
and eunice ends here :
- 11:08 PM