Anxiety threatened to steal my day
Oppressed me like the mourning
A freight train whistled
Delivering me to
The eternity of an Indian summer
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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I write about the ways God is stretching me, the thoughts of the day, and bits of randomness. These things are confessional in nature. They do not necessarily represent what I preach, teach, or even what I believe. Much of what I write is in the process of wrestling it through. Come, wrestle with God and I.
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