I've been having some sweet days. Saturday night, most of my friends weren't at church, and I was tired, so I went home instead of going out. Only my dad was up, and we watched Pawn Stars and some really cheesy Christian movie and we drank whiskey together and ate falafel.
Sunday I had to work, but then went to the band meeting after about 600 mg of caffeine, and then got lectured by Amalia about my future, and went to La Frontera with Celisse and Bryan.
Today I just worked, and worked and worked, but then I went to the gym and listened to a message, and I feel strong. I think some of my poor single girlfriends are being attacked by sons of Satan this week, and I am going to do my best to bombard them with encouragement.
WE WILL WIN THIS WAR. It can only bend so far before it breaks. Into something glorious. Whether in five years, or forty, or when I meet my maker somewhere in between.
I am asking God to melt my iceberg heart. That what lies beneath the surface would be purged of bitterness and replaced with love.
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