from the heights of the heavens

Shane Everett - Lord Most High

and i wonder

why it's so hard to be honest
to be truthful
to go towards Nineveh and not flee for Tarshish

... more ponderings on another morning where i woke up before 5. i don't know why i'm waking up this early. i dont think there's been one night in the past week where i've gotten more than 4 hours of sleep...

but i can't stop thinking. and looking for something that i can't do on my own.

it's not about me, God.

add a thought?
and yet for Him, it's about you. it's the miraculous paradox of His love. "How precious are your thoughts about me, O God! They are innumerable! I can't even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up in the morning, you are still with me!
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