So here I sit in the living room of my childhood. My parents have gone to bed and I sit here in the normal pondering mode that I go into after about 10pm.
I really haven't done a lot since I've been home I believe I have watched more tv than I have watched in the past two years combined in these short four days of being home. And despite all of this so called relaxing my body mind etc is still exhuasted. The more and more I reflect upon the quarter the more and more I realize that I relied on my own strength far too much
JG
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
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