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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  restless
for the first time in my life
i am faced with the daunting task of anticipating an entire semester
that i do not foresee myself enjoying.

in the entire history of my academic life,
i have never dreaded 4 months more.

such is life.
i guess its time to notch another marker in my bildungsroman stick.

my foresight is dampening my mood, and stressing my brain out in unprecedented ways.
i guess i am much more of a free spirit than i knew myself to be.

i also mourn the loss of money that is going down the drain,
in exchange for four months of classes i don't want to take, and deem utterly redundant.

jaded and cynical with the system - that pretty much sums up the current state of affairs.

i pray for patience, for perseverance and renewed joy every morning,
but to be sure, this will be a steep, uphill climb.

fingers crossed for less homework, and a site supervisor who will let me play a minimal role.

i am practicing a silence God, that honors who You are.
i will try my hardest, with my colleagues, to not buy into a culture of complaining.

sanctify my thoughts, and take every word i speak captive to your plan for me.

amen.

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