| The story of my life. Friends never stick around. This feeling is probably mutual.
(English Standard Version)
12 For it is not an enemy who taunts me - then I could bear it; it is not an adversary who deals insolently with me - then I could hide from him.
13 But it is you, a man, my equal, my companion, my familiar friend.
14 We used to take sweet counsel together; within God’s house we walked in the throng.
(King James Version)
12 For it was not an enemy that reproached me; then I could have borne it: neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; then I would have hid myself from him:
13 But it was thou, a man mine equal, my guide, and mine acquaintance.
14 We took sweet counsel together, and walked unto the house of God in company.
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| "Porcelain Heart"
Broken heart one more time
Pick yourself up, why even cry
Broken pieces in your hands
Wonder how you'll make it whole
Chorus
You know, you pray
This can't be the way
You cry, you say
Something's gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart of mine {not of mine, of the other person}
Someone said "A broken heart
Would sting at first then make you stronger"
You wonder why this pain remains
Were hearts made whole just to break
Creator only You take brokenness
And create it into beauty once again -Barlow Girl |
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| Good bye Xanga. You've served me well and now we must part. Facebook has taken thy place. |
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| SlovakiaI can't wait to go back to Slovakia this year. Here's some pictures of last years trip. Actually, there's only one with people in it......Slovakia was really pretty and I took a lot of pictures of the prettiness. The first week of english camp 
Translation: Ice Cream! 
A pretty fountain 
Some flowers at an old castle 
A pretty sunset 
A really awesome pathway that we passed every morning 
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| Give to the Wind Thy FearsThis is a good song. Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope and be undismayed.
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God will lift up thy head. Leave to His sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou, wondering, own that way,
How wise, how strong this hand. Far, far above thy thought,
His counsel shall appear,
When fully He the work hath wrought,
That caused thy needless fear. Through waves and clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou His time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day. |
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