I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me
I'm sitting here wanting memories to teach me, to see the beauty of the world through my own eyes I thought that you were gone, but now I know you're here with me. You are the voice that whispers all I need to hear. I was sitting here. Thinking of all these things that I am blessed with. All things, and changes that I see God making in my life and in the lives of people who I love. And I could cry. In fact, I almost do. I just wanted to post and talk about all the ways that God has blessed me. But I can't talk so much about other people's personal lives on a live blog. Hah I just have seen all these things. I feel like when I post on here sometimes, my posts are all about God and loving him and trusting him. I hope no one mistakes me for some kind of saint. Cause the thing is, even when I post this stuff or just because I'm posting this or that is what God puts on my mind at such a particular time, does not mean I am perfect or have it all figured out. And I get wor...