"I'd rather be hated for who I am, than be loved for who I am not." Who I am is a servant of Jesus.
Who I am is the girl in the seat next to you...
Hmm, well He's holding out on me, then!
Oh, too bad. But you said yourself you wanted to move into the city and ride a bike for the rest of your life. Maybe God is just giving you some direction here....just maybe.
Congratulations : )
Perhaps.Thanks for the poem, I really liked it and it was quite timely. You know, for someone I've never met you mean a lot to me. Thanks!
Nothing like the freedom of four wheels...until it breaks down and you count the cost of gas and insurance. But still, Praises for that, Liberty! Don't go crusing too late!
I won't. ;)
Wow, sorry to hear about your foot. The story was amusing, but thinking of you in pain didn't make me laugh. I hope you are able to manage with your affliction. Be more careful! Good thing the human body is good at healing eh?Ok, here's my funny injury story, coincidentally. I was over at a friend's house Thursday night, and he had cooked. Without thinking, I put a piece of food in my mouth that was so hot it put a huge blister on my gum right above the molar, INCREDIBLY more painful than I would have speculated prior to the incident. I am still chewing on the right side of my mouth , and it's all sore and tender. It even hurts to brush my teeth!So don't feel bad, I wounded myself in an even more ridiculous manner.I hope all else is well, take care!
*Sigh, I will make an effort to see your chick flick this weekend. I will have to pick up the video wearing big dark sunglasses and a trench coat (possibly with a fake rubber nose), but I will accomplsh the assignment.
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