My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words.. (Ps 45:1)
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
tendency
if for anything i start developing a habit of pushing myself until the brink of falling sick; if not then slack like nobody's business, seldom have healthy consistency.. better rest more now.... and change.
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