Dear refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel


i'm not really one to write their feelings in a post on blogger for the whole world to see...
but
the journal just wasn't working for me today
maybe this will help jump start my thoughts...

it's not black and it's not white
so i guess that makes it grey?
but it doesn't feel very grey
more like a vibrant color such as red?

i am somewhere in between right now
and i don't quite know were that is
i'm not sad, and i wouldn't quite explain it as happy
and i can promise you it isn't called content

because i am not feeling content
but then who's fault is that?