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As You did in the beginning,

When the earth was formless and empty,

And You filled it with singing, and thought up the sea.

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As You did when I was unwoven,

A frame You saw in the secret place,

And You knit me with wonder, and gave me a face.

the fall could take me as far as Serbia, and as far again as Laos. the world is very expansive, and I very small in it, but of great desire and great yearning, and full of the grandiose idea that I - yes, I - can somehow grasp the entirety of this planet in the short span of years I am given upon it. this idea grabs me. I know that it is irrational but underneath the knowledge there is an excitement for life, which is stronger than the knowledge and outweighs it in import. I have no answers, but the questions seem to me beautiful, and I find myself oddly, sweetly, trusting in the One who has the full-stops rather than the question marks. 

Currently Reading The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald see related

Every time I apply for a job I feel as though I'm selling my soul.

I must list my abilities, my gifts, my dazzling talents.

"What weaknesses do you see in yourself?"  Naturally, the answer to this question can only be an excess of some positive quality - for instance, "Well I am sometimes [just SOMETIMES] TOO easy-going, patient, and brilliant. That is the weakness I see."

What would a prospective boss do if I answered, "My practical weaknesses are that I lack communicative, typing, and times tables skills. Weaknesses in my character are that I am self-seeking to the core and tainted by a dark and sinister sinful nature. But I need money as much as the next girl, so consider me please."

Sometimes I get very caught up in just getting by – how can I keep on meeting expectations? Eating, drinking, working, talking, exercising, above all, above all, studying. And I acknowledge no world but my own tiny sphere, which encompasses no more than one body and one road that runs from a house to a school in Langley, BC. I could become satisfied with this way of living – no, I lie. I could become stuck in this sort of life. But all along and deep down, I would know that there are colours I have never seen and beauty I have never known. There are ideas I have not understood and smells  I have not inhaled. There are emotions that I have never allowed to wash over me in their fullness. There are Gods that I have never loved and people, oh so many people with whom I’ve never shared a smile or a word or an understanding. We share this world, but in the smallness of our day-to-day we hardly know it.     

Four weeks left to live [in Canada]