deep stuff...

Well I’ve just made hot chocolates for like everyone in the building and that still didn’t warm my hands up. Cold hands make for bad typing.

I’ve been writing in my journal heaps recently. Actually my writing at the moment is much like the rambling of a pathetic teenager girl… but that’s not the point.
On the 25th I thought I’d look at the first entry, curious to see if I’ve grown since then. I was surprised to find that the first entry in that book was exactly a year ago to the day. It was written the day after my Grandad’s funeral. It made me cry. A lot. Yea I’ve defiantly grown since then but God used that entry to put His finger on some things hidden in me that I hadn’t even thought about. Man it hurt. But as I prayed and listened to God I felt this overwhelming mixture of pain and joy.