“i come by the blood, i come by the cross where Your mercy flows from hands pierced for me. for i dare not stand on my righteousness. my every hope rests on what Christ has done. and I come by the blood.”—
I feel extremely not myself. I feel I need solitude for an hour or two, or maybe even a day just so I can talk to myself. There’s too much beauty in life for me to be feeling the way I feel. Frankly, I don’t know how I feel.