Knowing that her value is not depending on how she looks and what she has.
Experiencing security in being alone without compromising what she has saved.
That’s what makes a woman beautiful.
Knowing she is loved by God to her very core.
That makes a woman beautiful, to her very soul.
But this winter break I’m going to aim to getting through Hemingway’s, Dicken’s, and Wordsworth’s works.
Got a surprise call from a familiar voice today. The talk didn’t consist much more than just an exchange of “How are you”s and “When are you coming home? Let’s get food when you do.” But it was a familiar voice. Exactly the voice I needed to hear right now.
Always look out for me. My Father. There’s no one like You.
Thank you. For everything.
Planned to get a lot of things done tonight but I guess tonight just isn’t my night.
Don’t know why I can’t seem to focus. Maybe because I’ve been up since 7am? Maybe because I totally pigged out at dinner tonight? Maybe because I worked out so I’m physically tired? Maybe I just got too many other things on my mind right now.
All I know I’m totally feeling the pressure of finals and papers coming up. It’s crunch time, but my mind doesn’t seem to have checked in. All I want to do is curl up in my bed and sleep until I feel totally refreshed.
I’m burning out, physically and spiritually and emotionally.
I really need God right now.
Going to be crazy few weeks…
LA, I’m coming home to you soon!