Trials are never easy things to go through. So why does God allow us to go through them? I think it’s because He wants us to discover that God will meet us in the midst of our temptation. In the beginning, when Eve was tempted in the garden, her sin wasn’t just in her eating of the apple,…
Inspiration: my life. My ambitions.
Originally I was going to
Title this It’s Past Time, but I decided that everything happens for a reason, and my sense of timing is much less keen than God the Father’s, which means that this timing is perfect, despite my feelings.
Now is the time. And I am excited, if anything. Discipline, study….the all-round betterment of myself mentally, spiritually, physically, emotionally, socially…personally. This blessing, this new found determination, came to me last night. I plan to sew it, and harvest the new variety of fruits when they grow. I feel blessed. Liberated. Anxious. This is where, I think, I hope, I begin to blossom into who God wants me to be, and God-willing who I want to be. We will see, friends.
Kissed and Sealed,
Azzy
Jay: meaningful. Yeah. Life is more-
Kay: Lets skip the philosophy. I’m tired of it.
Jay: way to be frank about it.
Kay: No, I’m Kay about it.
Jay: was that you’re attempt at a joke? That was awful.
Kay: I thought it was sort of funny. You didn’t-
Jay: no. I didn’t think it was funny at all.
Kay: I was going to say you didn’t take out the trash as I requested. I’m divorcing you.
Jay: is that why?
Kay: It’s not all. I’ve noticed that your dialogue starts with lower case letters, and it’s something I just can’t deal with anymore.
Jay: that’s shallow. I can capitAlize the FirS-
Kay: Stop! Stop you’re annoying! How do you not know how to capitalize-
Jay: it’s hard! It’s ToO friGgin arghh.
I’m a woman of my word. Now…reward me with something. What? Hell yes, I do things for my own selfish benefits….okay I’m joking. You know that’s not who I am, Tumblr. You know I love you and I expect nothing. Don’t ever leave me.
I’m totally going to do better with you Tumblr. You know I’m not the best at relationships..and I rarely make promises…but baby, I promise, I’m going to treat you better. Excuse my negligence, love. And accept my apology.
Sounds fun. Could be. You?
