worth more than many sparrows

Thursday, March 13, 2003

March 13, 2003: 8.35pm

nobody knows me but they will judge me anyway, God knows me and He loves me just the way i am.

'i praise You because i am fearfully and wonderfully made'

posted by Brianne 8:34 pm

March 13, 2003: 8.29pm

"the deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain"

i feel very content tonight despite an uncertain future, an uncertain self, and an essay that won't start.

where will i be this time tomorrow?
jumped in joy or sinking in sorrow?
(Queen)

'all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.'

posted by Brianne 8:28 pm

Monday, March 10, 2003

March 10, 2003: 6.09pm

There will be storms, child
There will be storms
And with each tempest
You will seem to stand alone
Against cruel winds

But with time, the rage and the fury
Shall subside
And when the sky clears
You will find yourself
Clinging to someone
You would have never known
But for storms.

"Storms"
Margie DeMerell

...finding the facets...

posted by Brianne 6:09 pm

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