I went home yesterday because I had a doctor’s appt today, and while I was rooting around in my room I found my two-year bible that my Daddy gave me a long time ago (probably like 5 or 6 years ago now). It’s in pristine condition which is kind of sad, although I never really got into it because I thought it was organized a little confusingly. But now it’s not so bad, so I picked it up again and I like it.
My heart is in anguish.
The terror of death overpowers me.
Fear and trembling overwhelm me.
I can’t stop shaking.
Oh, how I wish I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
I would fly far away
to the quiet of wilderness.
(Cheerful, eh?)
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