I stopped caring enough to plan things for my own birthday a few years ago, though. If someone else plans something, great. If not, oh well. I don't care that much. It's just another day.
That was deep, wasn't it?
I think I've exhausted my store of long entries for today. I've written too many big things about Joseph, and I don't want to write about anything else going on this week.
But guess what? Only 18 days until Jen comes!! Woohoo!
One year ago today: God can redeem even the wound, but what beauty is there in an ugly scar? I want it to go away. I want the ache to be gone; the emptiness to be filled. I don't want to have simply a redeemed wound; I want to have the perfection I've never experienced. The perfection I never will experience, at least not in this life. I want too much, I think.
infinite || abyss