I just wrote for well over an hour, I poured my heart out in words. Words I wanted to be read by you, they are gone. It is as if I never had a single thought. Poof it is just gone into thin air. I will not throw a hissy fit, or temper tantrum. No conniption needed. Maybe the Holy Spirit just wanted that writing to be just for me today. Keeping it Simple, and walking walking away. I always have another day. I accept it is gone…
For everything there is a season, and a time for every [a]purpose under heaven: 2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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