Sometimes, I feel like the same little girl who used to play with the boys ten years ago.. I still do it. I don't know what it is about me, but there are other thought processes that are coming back that are reminiscent of a little 7th grader.. It's juvenile. It's a bit imprisoning.
I want to grow up.
For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end -- it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay. Habakkuk 2.3
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