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littlethingsaboutgod:

Thank You, God, for giving us the gift of free will. You do not force us to have fellowship with You; rather, You lovingly woo us into relationship. May my worship and praise come from a heart that is filled with thanksgiving to You. I willfully, joyfully, gratefully come to You, not to see what You can do for me, but simply to say thank You, I love You, and to spend time in Your presence.

littlethingsaboutgod:

Thank You, God, for giving us the gift of free will. You do not force us to have fellowship with You; rather, You lovingly woo us into relationship. May my worship and praise come from a heart that is filled with thanksgiving to You. I willfully, joyfully, gratefully come to You, not to see what You can do for me, but simply to say thank You, I love You, and to spend time in Your presence.

God changes things all the time. I don’t even know why I make plans anymore. Portland… Sometime later in life perhaps. September will bring me to LA. So many opportunities… and the beach.

Portland is too cold for high-waisted bottoms and crop tops.

People normally have a place where they can go to rest and get away from the stresses of their lives. That’s a thing, right? A peaceful place, A place where sleep comes naturally and the mind can just settle.

Yeah… I don’t have that place. I work in a restaurant. So, that’s definitely not my peaceful place. When I’m not there, I’m volunteering with people in domestic violence or sexual assault situations. MOST STRESSFUL THING EVER. So, you’d think that my place to get away and be at peace would be my home. The place I grew up in. It is lovely, really. Out of the city. A place where you can actually clearly see the stars at night…

NOPE! There just so happens to be two boys.. Ugh.. Scratch that. YOUNG MEN, who live here (who are not a part of my family). My brother’s friends. Which means… There are constantly people here. Loud people who make the dogs go crazy and have zero respect for the fact that they are living in someone else’s home.
They are grown ass adults living with their friend’s parents. Not their own parents… Their friend’s parents.

And I’m freaking stressed the eff out. Yes, this is a rant. Yes, I seem rather angry. That’s because I am. I have held all of this in for so long and it comes out every single night… In the form of me not being able to sleep because my mind wont stop yelling.

There is sooooooo much more. I could go on for hours.

I want them to be adults and leave. Maybe live with their own families if they have to. Just leave my home. (Btdubs.. My parents feel the same way.) Frick.. I wish I was moving to Portland tomorrow so I wouldn’t have to deal with this crap.

This is not good for my health.

It’s amazing that music can impact your life so significantly. I love listening to a certain band or song and being reminded of a beautiful time in my life. Not a simpler time, but one of many beautiful times.

This is going to be a great year. I am so full of hope.

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