Wednesday, October 3, 2007
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
Yes... people who are in the dark like you and search for the light with you. The best friends are made in hard times.
Reading your thoughts is like noticing a world-class musician at Bart station; you progress absentmindedly through your day, and then for a brief moment you hear something that speaks to you and then you perceive more than what you see.
Then you think, "This is an instrument of Him", as everyone passes you by.
Then you become aware of how much time you spend sleeping in the course of a day, and how often you have never really woken up.
How much does it takes to wake you up?
More and more each time.
Everyone is asleep.
Thank you for being my alarm. An instrument of Him.
My daily Plagal Cadence.
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