Cinderella

"Dreams come and fade, swiftly and sweetly
Hope on a wing and the 'morrow looks misty
Soft dance, fairytale romance
Twirling, spinning, never ending, stardust in the air.

Maybe tomorrow I'll wake in the real world,
But for this evening, . . .I'll be a princess."


-be

Inside my mind. . .

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Prickle

Is God ever a recluse?
I am having trouble and He knows it. I don't really want to spend the hours it will take to get to the bottom of this either. There is something wrong in my spirit, but I'm struggling to find the object or the thorn. I don't believe that I want to find it; maybe it is easier keeping it. Removal might be far too painful and cause a scar. Perhaps I should just continue to host the offensive thing.

No, I want to dig it out. I know I can't endure its abrasiveness much longer. The one problem is that God has to insert the pliers. And I haven't seen His hand very much today. I suppose this is one of those times when I need to wait on Him, like He mentions eighteen million times in la biblia. So, I will continue to sit with the protrusion from my chest.