| The building stands on a hill, imposing, like a fortress. Once a military hospital, it serves as a rehabilitation center for people from around the state. A narrow road weaves its way up the hill in a winding path, passing old buildings and eventually making its way back down again to exit the walled premises of this piece of American history. I made my way to the main entrance before dark, pushed open one of the wooden doors, and ascended steps to reach the central lobby. I found the information office, somewhat bare and shabby, and looking as if its last update had occurred some time ago. I obtained my dorm key, inquired of security about parking for my car, and headed off to discover the apartment that would be my home for the next ten weeks.
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| Too many things from different angles. Not too good at multi-tasking. Good things, and not so good things...I can't manage them, the good anymore than the bad at times. And this is when I just need to force myself to do the things I need to do, and let the emotions settle, and let the good play out in its own time, and not turn my back on reality but offer it up like a tangled string to the only one who sees well enough to untangle it. And yet, while trusting him to untangle it, learn to act decisively in faith. Yikes!
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| Because I neglect to thank him for what he's already given before asking Him for what I do not yet have...thankfulness opens the way that he may show us His salvation...
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