I have discovered more of God, more of his sovereign goodness, more of his grace, more of his wisdom, more of his preciousness, more of his shepherd care in my dark days than all my bright days combine.
At the end of His stay, he told me to write something down. It was understood at the time that what I had written down was what He wanted me to do, but I cannot remember what it was =/
I have to give a presentation in Spanish tomorrow and I haven’t even finished my power point in english yet (let alone convert it), and then I’ve got a project due monday that I was supposed to have been working on all semester long because it’s like 150 slides, but I’ve got like 15. Zoloft cannot keep me sane on this one. Also, I’ve been feeling like a bitch lately. I shaved my facial hair several weeks ago, which makes me look like a pansy, and came to the conclusion that I’m not really good at or passionate about anything =/