...and I'm thinking about everything but the Olympics. I'm thinking about how:
- I'm afraid to pray, but am trying to remember that my sin is not news to Him, so I shouldn't be afraid. After all, He did command me not to fear my storms.
- Mum, realizing that I'm actually done with research on Friday, asked if I wanted her to come up earlier than Sunday...and I, not wanting to miss church, said, "No, Sunday's just fine."
- I'm tired of people and tired of crying and tired of myself and tired of missing the one friendship I can't have right now.
- home is going to be more of the same.
Do I have to? Father, I need to stop being afraid of You. Come near, please, and help me to pray. I want You back.
