Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
(from the poem Sometimes by Garrison Keiller)
This is what I hope for this year.
Today was one of those days that looked all neat and calm on the outside but inside was a turmoil of emotions inside my heart and head. I can't bear a lengthy post, nor do I think I could be that vulnerable right now. At 1 am God has brought the simplest words to me that make today alright. "Karoline, Who am I?"
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