small things
those little things.
walking to church and accidentally bumping into you.
coming back from outside hall to bump into you.
washing laundry and bumping into you.
going down to find a friend and walking into your smell, and watching you leave.
then i had to watch friends with my breakfast and this came up:
Rachel: No. I can't. You're a totally different person to me now. I used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me. Ever. God, and now I can't stop picturing you with her. I can't. It doesn't matter what you say or what you do, Ross. It's just changed everything. Forever.
times like this just makes me kneel down and just pray.
Isaiah 40:30-31
New International Version (NIV)
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.