Be thou my wisdom.

 

O God be my everything, be my delight.
              Be Jesus, my glory, my soul satisfied.
                                           My Jesus, you satisfy.

I'd rather be a comma, than a full stop.

It's terribly hard to believe that it's nearly November. October has drifted away with days of work/classes and nights of sitting in the library doing homework. It's all become quite monotonous & i'm beginning to dream of days when I can wake up late, and spend hours watching season after season of a TV show.
Next semester promises to be a lot less hectic, but I have a feeling it won't be as chill as I hope it will be.

"When?" is the biggest question that I am currently asking God.

How can so much ride on such a small word?

Time will tell. Time always tells.

...in the confines of these carbon ribs.

"Has it occurred to you how often we talk about our fatigue? I sometimes have the feeling that if I don't tell my friends how tired I am they will doubt I am doing anything worthwhile. Try telling someone that you feel great, that you are at the top of your game, that you've never been better. The chances are that they will suspect that you're putting them on.....that you lack sincerity.

How did we get to a day when stress and fatigue are almost a badge of success?"

-Gordon Macdonald