My friends, I want to write. I want to play with words and all my ideas and make people think. I want to encourage people and prod them toward God. I want to get lost in the zone—I hope you know this for yourself—the zone, that locus of absorption where we mess about with the bits of the world through which we most clearly perceive reality and express it, where we grapple with the universe in its most compelling manifestations, where time disappears.
Just keep playing with words. Sorry about your friend. I've had some friends die too and I want it to stop, but every one who has a human body will pass. Our bodies are temporary. So we must live in the mean time, Draw your flowers, play with words. I like to use my markers, changing the colors on my notes and reminders, and even prayer requests. It brightens up what I'm doing. And mostly spend time with God. He is the glue that holds us together. God Bless.
Just keep playing with words. Sorry about your friend. I've had some friends die too and I want it to stop, but every one who has a human body will pass. Our bodies are temporary. So we must live in the mean time, Draw your flowers, play with words. I like to use my markers, changing the colors on my notes and reminders, and even prayer requests. It brightens up what I'm doing. And mostly spend time with God. He is the glue that holds us together. God Bless.