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je suis la fille
du ciel
Created on 2004-10-30 22:09:27 (#4996459), last updated 2007-06-18
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Basic Info| Name: | [eMPeeh] |
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| Location: | Jonesboro, Georgia, United States |
| Website: | mollification starts here |
Bioactually, i don't want to display graphics, counters, or other HTML here; thanks though, LJ.
i don't... want to. Just don't.
I am a girl named Molly, i changed back to -y-- gotta stick to tradition sometimes. Or maybe just your real name.
I try to change myself, but i can't.
It's not in my power, and i everytime i try, i do so with the notion that i will return to the former self.
So then one day i met reality. And in a moment so precious and vital to my thriving existence, i felt powerless. Nothing i said was good. Period. But i continued to talk, and they were basically the same four or five words on repeat. I was captivated by stillness and surrender. Reality, in that instance, was realising that i can do nothing on my own. Reality was finding God, and understanding that God had long before found me. Everyday when i don't want to do something [like empty the dishwasher, or wake up at 4am to get ready for work, or vacuum upstairs, or stay home to watch my mum's kids], somehow, i find humility in being alive, in being saved from being damned forever, and i find humility in being loved by the One who formed the universe. And in that humility, i find the capacity to be submissive to my parents, my superiors, and my peers enough to be selfless and help a fellow out.
But alone, i can do nothing.
i don't... want to. Just don't.
I am a girl named Molly, i changed back to -y-- gotta stick to tradition sometimes. Or maybe just your real name.
I try to change myself, but i can't.
It's not in my power, and i everytime i try, i do so with the notion that i will return to the former self.
So then one day i met reality. And in a moment so precious and vital to my thriving existence, i felt powerless. Nothing i said was good. Period. But i continued to talk, and they were basically the same four or five words on repeat. I was captivated by stillness and surrender. Reality, in that instance, was realising that i can do nothing on my own. Reality was finding God, and understanding that God had long before found me. Everyday when i don't want to do something [like empty the dishwasher, or wake up at 4am to get ready for work, or vacuum upstairs, or stay home to watch my mum's kids], somehow, i find humility in being alive, in being saved from being damned forever, and i find humility in being loved by the One who formed the universe. And in that humility, i find the capacity to be submissive to my parents, my superiors, and my peers enough to be selfless and help a fellow out.
But alone, i can do nothing.
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