I am itching to write, but every tremendous idea that manages not to blow up my tiny brain requires research and escapes before I have access to write it. Maybe God has something different for me to write... Oh! Wait... Nope. Never mind. Lost it.
Sooooooo... ... ... ... I attended college group with my Mom and this one kid (what was his name again? = D) Monday. Never did it cross my mind that it would feel so good to sit on that dang couch with the stupid bar in the back that hurts my back every time I sit on it. Something is there. Not in the couch, the group. God is raising something there. But I still don't know what. Really I almost feel as if I am there to just watch... and wait... and know that God so simply and complexly is.
Then again, it could be the couch. I had a dream something ripped through the fabric and came out the other night.
Just kidding.
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