A Sorta Writer: birthdays and shoes

Thursday, February 18, 2010

birthdays and shoes

On birthdays like my dad's today you think about getting old and eventually death and serious things like that, so somebody invented cake and lasagna to cover that up. I like lasagna better than getting old anyway.

Also, my purple high top converses where bought yesterday and I am soooooooooooo happy!!!

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JohnnaMarch 30, 2010 at 1:09 PM
Erin you describe this perfectly!
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Psalm 139 A David Psalm 1-6 God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. I'm an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking. You know when I leave and when I get back; I'm never out of your sight. You know everything I'm going to say before I start the first sentence. I look behind me and you're there, then up ahead and you're there, too— your reassuring presence, coming and going. This is too much, too wonderful— I can't take it all in! 7-12 Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? to be out of your sight? If I climb to the sky, you're there! If I go underground, you're there! If I flew on morning's wings to the far western horizon, You'd find me in a minute— you're already there waiting! Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I'm immersed in the light!" It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

birthdays and shoes

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