My brain swirls in whirlpools of words.
I write this in those suspended midnight hours. For hours now - hours - I have labored over three speeches that I am writing for my Speech Writing class.
The other evening I attended a live theater performance, and one of my professors stepped in to say the lines: "Writers aren't sacred, words are."
When for the Lord, sacred indeed.
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To pray is to serve; to serve is to love; to love is to live. I pray to serve my spiritual master with love for as long as I live.
The Lord is my North Star when I am lost and I have lost everything; the Lord is my sun when I am found and I have found everything.
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