Sarah Elizabeth

“Am I repentant or just a perfecter of my craft being a writer closes me in within a paradox nay being a human closes me in within a paradox of questioning whether my heart is contrite if it is as repentant as the words coming from my lips because though the mouth is the overflow of the heart my tongue can be deceived split in two like the serpent who first deceived me bringing life and bringing death from these lips than who is not to say it will bring both truth and lies about it’s faulty condition Am I repentant or just a perfecter of my craft of continuing to place a facade of self-preseveration before my peers attempting to portray the image which I desire to give if i am being fully honest not always are my desires to magnify the imagiodei And today I woke up foreign to my own skin because it was a temple treated like a garbage dispensary for anyone to discard their trash or treasures an old friend once called herself the proverbs five woman though she’s supposed to be a proverbs 31 and i felt that statement in the very depth of my bones the heart leads way to folly - I don’t believe in trusting it anymore but the spirit leads way into excellence god I am screaming out to hear your voice dear lord don’t let me be a perfecter of my craft if it puts anymore distance between those that love me and those I am learning to love because that’s not something my hands do an adequate enough job of on their own my mother and father are fifteen hundred miles that I drove between them and myself whether they are physical miles or the very separation I have caused by my own mistakes king jesus don’t let me keep making these same mistakes you say they aren’t mistakes when i am willing to learn from them you keep uttering into my ear how all of this is about redeeming if repentance is the seed than god redemption is going to give way into most beautiful flower i’ve ever seen”

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So I came home from work today and there was a kindle addressed to me that I did not remember ordering. I spent the afternoon trying to figure out how I accidentally purchased a kindle from Amazon, and when I came back from hanging out with Catherine, I told my parents, guys, you will not believe what I accidentally ordered for myself. 

Me and Mom were talking about the kindle this morning, and she told me about how a few weeks ago, she got into her car only to discover that it had been mysteriously cleaned.

“Am I repentant or just a perfecter of my craft being a writer closes me in within a paradox nay being a human closes me in within a paradox of questioning whether my heart is contrite if it is as repentant as the words coming from my lips because though the mouth is the overflow of the heart my tongue can be deceived split in two like the serpent who first deceived me bringing life and bringing death from these lips than who is not to say it will bring both truth and lies about it’s faulty condition Am I repentant or just a perfecter of my craft of continuing to place a facade of self-preseveration before my peers attempting to portray the image which I desire to give if i am being fully honest not always are my desires to magnify the imagiodei And today I woke up foreign to my own skin because it was a temple treated like a garbage dispensary for anyone to discard their trash or treasures an old friend once called herself the proverbs five woman though she’s supposed to be a proverbs 31 and i felt that statement in the very depth of my bones the heart leads way to folly - I don’t believe in trusting it anymore but the spirit leads way into excellence god I am screaming out to hear your voice dear lord don’t let me be a perfecter of my craft if it puts anymore distance between those that love me and those I am learning to love because that’s not something my hands do an adequate enough job of on their own my mother and father are fifteen hundred miles that I drove between them and myself whether they are physical miles or the very separation I have caused by my own mistakes king jesus don’t let me keep making these same mistakes you say they aren’t mistakes when i am willing to learn from them you keep uttering into my ear how all of this is about redeeming if repentance is the seed than god redemption is going to give way into most beautiful flower i’ve ever seen”