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Surely then you will lift up your face without blemish; you will be secure and will not fear. You will forget your misery; you will remember it as waters that have passed away. And your life will be brighter than the noonday; its darkness will be like the morning. And you will feel secure, because there is hope; you will look around and take your rest in security.

Job 11:15-18 (via sky-letters)

For the Fall to come

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But there was no need to be ashamed of tears, for tears bore witness that a man had the greatest of courage, the courage to suffer.

From A Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl (via diffusedmuse)

King’s Canyon, CA

I still have so much to learn, but i’m so glad how this turned out.

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Recall not, but a familiar feeling

I’ve been losing track of focus lately, not that i’ve been distracted, or scrambling priorities, but i’ve been drawing blank thoughts. I assumed I just was distracted or overwhelmed with what felt like long days, nothing that a nap couldn’t fix, however the other day something weird happened. I was driving on the free way en route through the 54W, with the intention of entering the 805N. I remember being about a half mile from the 805N ramp, and when I began to recall my location, I found myself driving through the 5N, just before the Coronado Bridge. (TLDR: I drove about 5 miles off course heading Northwest, instead of Northeast) And I can’t remember what I was thinking in those moments of lost time. Though I feel it is not anything serious, I’m typing this down so that I can recall that i’ve addressed this for the sake of my memory, because this isn’t the first time it’s happened. Within the first two years of finding out I had Graves Disease, I found it so incredibly difficult to process any in-depth thinking. There wasn’t anything I could think of that I was able to focus on for then a couple minutes, and when I forced myself to, I just grew angry, and upset. It’s like that episode from Spongebob, where Patrick and Spongebob had only have two chocolate bars for sustenance to survive. Patrick is handed his bar, and tells himself “I think i’ll eat it now”, which he does, but immediately after, he speaks again the statement, with only his hand to chew on, in which he then cries, and blames Spongebob haha, and it’s not that I have others to blame, but just those seconds or even minutes of sporadic moments of loss time, I certainly have a difficulty grasping. There are times (probably more than I would like to admit) that I’ll have moments like getting a shake from in&out, without ever recalling that i’m lactose intolerant, until I have it in my hand that it hits me. (which I always find funny, and likely drink it anyways), but it is becoming more difficult to keep track with my medications now, as I have to take them by a certain time of the day, daily. Despite everything, by God’s grace, i’ve recovered from the major symptoms, keeping them dormant, however the fight continues.. Though I certainly hope and pray that some day, these battles would some day reach an end, in times such as these, I far much more hope and pray, that I be faithful through it, because in all seriousness, it’s still incredibly difficult.