The saddest characters from the most beautiful stories are those who loved and dared to try, but failed and were forgotten.

give thanks with a grateful heart

and i thank God for giving me these wonderful moments and times just as i am fretting like a headless chicken in this nerve wrecking period leading up to The Big _______ of _______. because He is our Comfort and Strength(:

beautiful childhood memories made tangible through the visiting of places of old. brushing through all the cobwebs and musty places in the attic of my mind in tandem with the solid feel of brick under my feet. it's a wonderful feeling of homecoming, as if nothing else matters just so long as this place of confirmation, confirmation that i do exist, exists. it's almost like a base, for me to find my feet again, a reminder of who i really am. that girl who hadn't a care in the world as she ran in the dusk, laughing over the joy of the chase. and i like the fact that this place of my early childhood still exists, in reality and in my memory. because it feels like i have not deviated much. the central isn't a foreign land. it is where i was born, where my roots are. i am not exploring, i am rediscovering. and it is a reassuring feeling that whatever had seemed so strange really is what i am. all i really did was come full circle. and i like that.