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hello 2011.

the older you grow, the more things pile up. more worries, more concerns, more awareness of the imperfections of this world.

but if anything at all, i see God's hand at work more and more, and i know my place and role in it all.

i know sometimes i will embrace the reason of my very being with open arms, and at other times, this very knowledge will hurt so badly that i'd rather kept my heart indifferent to the Creator all together. but in those times, i remember His faithfulness over the past year and it keeps me going; keeps me loving--only because, he first loved me.

happy new year everyone, 2010 had been one crazy ride, but worth every second of the while.

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