I’ve been spending some time these past couple of days reading my old Xanga entries. It’s as if I’m looking into the life of someone else. I was once passionate… lively… and expressive. I wonder what happened to that girl who, at one time, threw all caution to the wind, and just simply bore all. I used to love to write about those amazing things that my Father was teaching me at the time. I would say those things without abandon, clinging to Him alone without fear of the thoughts of others.
My speech has become trite and lazy, without freedom… or passion… or anything of the sort. Those once lengthy explanations are now condensed and dry. I must admit, I’m not sure where to go from here… Hmmm...
