this morning I woke up at 6:30am (a rare occasion for someone who averages 8-10 hrs) and headed for the chapel with a friend. it would be perfect to start all mornings like this, but I can't seem to wake up on my own. thankfully my future roommate and I share a willingness to give up sleep for prayer--so there's hope for more mornings like this in the future.
after leaving the chapel a friend bought me a specialty drink from starbuck's. I am savoring this gracious gift in the form of a tall toffee nut latte. because of the $ situation I'm not as comfortable treating myself to the same luxuries I took for granted in the past--which has been humbling for certain.... heaviness aside, isn't it wonderful how tastes (and smells) can take you back to a different time?
I cried like a maniac this week, hence the title. when I'm with people survival-mode-cheerfulness kicks in, but when I'm alone its raining pretty hard. was reflecting on things in the chapel this morning and determined (and confessed) that I've lacked the confident trust in my Lord to free me from the agony of loneliness/isolation... a sentiment I've struggled with for a long time now.
here to end this post, I introduce the gorgeous handmade products that I've selected and stored in the vacant rooms of my imagination. handmade 'leaf' flowers fairy lights, light strand, string lights, romantic floral themed. for weddings, home decor, magical white rose light string. here's the link. and a birch tree clock. also linked.
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