When I have short hair, I have the tendency to cut it shorter. Don’t know whyyyyy…
I think I look like a boy. whahahah.
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When I tried to understand all this,
it was oppressive to me till I entered the sanctuary of God
Recently God has been talking to me through Psalm 73 and finally when I got that part, I was pretty much amazed and comforted after all.
No doubt about it! God is good—good to good people, good to the good-hearted.
But I nearly missed it, missed seeing his goodness.
I was looking the other way,
looking up to the people
At the top, envying the wicked who have it made,
Who have nothing to worry about, not a care in the whole wide world.
What’s going on here? Is God out to lunch?
Nobody’s tending the store.
The wicked get by with everything; they have it made, piling up riches.
I’ve been stupid to play by the rules; what has it gotten me?
A long run of bad luck, that’s what— a slap in the face every time I walk out the door.
Still, when I tried to figure it out, all I got was a splitting headache . . .
Until I entered the sanctuary of God.
Then I saw the whole picture:
When I was beleaguered and bitter, totally consumed by envy,
I was totally ignorant, a dumb ox in your very presence.
I’m still in your presence, but you’ve taken my hand.
You wisely and tenderly lead me, and then you bless me.
You’re all I want in heaven!
You’re all I want on earth!
When my skin sags and my bones get brittle,
God is rock-firm and faithful.
But I’m in the very presence of God— oh, how refreshing it is!




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