going through old journals,i notice a few things.
1. i don't write nearly as much anymore...this is sad.
2. "always" is not unconditional. "always" can change.
3. if someone who didn't know me at all stumbled across this,they might think that i led a terrible life. (wicked,some might say)
i quite like this:
it all makes sense now. when it's said that we should rejoice when persecuted for God - i understand now. by getting back up after we've been pushed down (for praising God), we're showing our bullies that we have a strength that surpasses theirs. we're instilling a fear, a wonderment in them. they will wonder what gives us hope when all seems lost. by showing them that we can take what they throw at us, we're showing them a bit of Christ. rejoicing throughout (before and after as well) persecution. rising above because of and for God.
i can't tell when it's something i've written, or it's something i'm quoting because i never labeled anything.
me. whitney anderson from nowheresville, washington. me - whitney anderson who can't focus on one thing to save her life.
i think i'll use that in a book someday.
i found a contract between me and two people i don't talk to anymore.
we were betting on when we'd get married.
i signed that i would not have kids.
i don't know anymore.
maybe sleep will stop the buzzing in my head.
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