Clock is fulfilling its pattern . . . the tick. tick. tick. And soon, nineteen years will have been ticked away.
So this may be my last post before the eighteen year old danae goes to sleep and never wakes up, but instead, a nineteen year old may stir at the sound of a noisy alarm clock. :)
What a year. Eighteen. What good things and sad things and sunshine and snow.
And now we are on to something different. Something new. Nineteen.
I'm excited for something new.
And I come into it asking one thing.
Jesus? Please help me. Let Your Spirit fill me and Your power change me. I am Yours.
danae, simply His