Something tells me that this is going to make sense
Something tells me it’s going to take patience
Something tells me that this will all work out in the end
You know, I am, or at least I have become, such a thinker. I have a feeling the inside of my head looks much like the inside of Grand Central Station during rush hour. I have tons of thoughts, ideas and questions that I mull over constantly encircling them and pondering them and getting really, no where. Surrounding this caticomb of intellectual activity (if you can call it this) is a presence of peace. I know, I don't know how I know, that everything will eventually come full circle. All will be well, balanced, very good, as it was always intended to be.
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- A.J.
- "He was in the world, and the world was made through Him and the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and they did not receive Him. But as many as received Him, to them he gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name, who were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us." John 1:9-14
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