Have A Day.

October 16 I'm almost entirely right brained now, and I'm losing my capacity for language. Like in the split brain studies. Objectively speaking, I'm also at a higher risk of becoming suicidal than ever. Today, two professors called me "Grace" by accident. That doesn't seem like an accident. It's almost universal that I'm mistaken for … Continue reading Have A Day.

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Sleepless eyes, close the light.

I knew these things to be true. That God would never give me more than I could bear. That I am being put through (hell)fire so that I can emerge a sharper tool for His marvelous purposes. That Satan has no power or stake over my body, my words, or our relationship. That God understands me more so than myself, from even before my physical body was formed. And that praising Him for a thousand years would never do justice to His worthiness.