i can't find my ramblings, or my hardwork-but-delightful gift to q in soft copy anymore.
so it is, things that that disappear without a trace or a whimper.
and life goes on. it's as if memories were erased, and dreams fading gold pink castle on a cloud...
we write our memories on the slate of the world's time
"And thou, Solomon my son, know thou the God of thy father, and serve him with a perfect heart and with a willing mind: for the LORD searcheth all hearts, and understandeth all the imaginations of the thoughts: if thou seek him, he will be found of thee; but if thou forsake him, he will cast thee off forever."
- 1 Chronicles 28:9
Isn't it amazing that He understands all those weird things we think of? And He thinks so much more.
so it is, things that that disappear without a trace or a whimper.
and life goes on. it's as if memories were erased, and dreams fading gold pink castle on a cloud...
we write our memories on the slate of the world's time
"And thou, Solomon my son, know thou the God of thy father, and serve him with a perfect heart and with a willing mind: for the LORD searcheth all hearts, and understandeth all the imaginations of the thoughts: if thou seek him, he will be found of thee; but if thou forsake him, he will cast thee off forever."
- 1 Chronicles 28:9
Isn't it amazing that He understands all those weird things we think of? And He thinks so much more.
posted by zilch at 12:05 AM
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