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Friday, July 15, 2005

A Page from My Past...

Flipping through my journal, my eyes settled on this excerpt:

I am afraid.
I've put up walls for so long. Walls to appear strong. unhurt. independent.

But these bricks, built up one on top fo another, have settled into their mortar. The day has come when I no longer need their protection, because what I'm receiving is true. honest.

So why are they not all crumbling down in an instant? I wan them to. To reach up and yank one rectangle of cold stone- hurl it to the ground- then another, and another... until my fingers are sore. I don't want to ruin this with my fear!

Help me, Father.
You can send every brick tumbling at a word.

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