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Relationships are so crazy. They are thing that matter the most in life, but they are sooo weird. It's a strange feeling when you have been keeping feelings inside for so long and then when you start to let them out you find out that someone else is feeling the same thing. Struggling with the same thing. I wish I could love some much that the love would cover a multitude of sins. I wish that I was humble enough to not even see those sins in the first place. I wish I wasn't such a jerk.
Why does LOVE have to be so hard? Why does it have to hurt?
Making friends is fun. Handling friendships is hard. Making a mess of them is easy.
Time is strange. One month and I will be home. I have lists going. Lists of all the things I am excited about home. Lists of all the things I am worried about. Lists of all the things I will miss in Malawi. I wish I could live outside of time and space.
WE WILL DANCE on the streets that are golden
the glorious bride and the great Son of man,
every tribe and tongue and nation will join in the song of the Lamb.
DANCE with all your might.
4 comments:
Dear Amy:
Brittni and I were talking about you today in the field (we're premanent field crew!!!...yeah...). She asked me if I was excited that you were coming home in a month. I said kinda. But now that I just read this, I miss you a lot. I can't believe we haven't been together for two whole months. It's been a long time. I can't wait to hear about all the stuff you're learning.
Love your sister, Carol-Lee Joy
Amy,
i think about that a lot and i agree with you, its really hard to give some friends the time and energy they deserve. but if you do its pretty much worth it.
i am excited to talk to you again.
and go to camp with you.
and sing!
and put time and energy into our friendship.
im praying for you.
Love,
kira
We will dance outside of time.
It's going to be pretty dang amazing.
Love,
Nadine
Amy, I want to talk to you so bad right now, it is maybe making me cry.
Maybe it is selfish of me, but I can't wait till you come home...
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