I like a country song. It's called "Come to Jesus" by Mindy Smith. Now, that doesn't mean I like all country music, just this song. It's freaking haunting. I read the lyrics and it really reminds me of how much I need to rely on Jesus. Even when I am slightly peeved at friends, when I feel helpless about a decision that is not up to me, when I'm tired, when I feel pressured by my parents, when I feel ugly, when I feel lonely, when my lips are extremely chapped, when my grandparents age, when I am being guilt tripped, when I am being treated like crap by customers, when I am embarrassed by the stupid, spur of the moment things I do and when I can't think of anything else to complain about. I am so angry right now because I am in trouble....again.....and I can't continue writing this post because now I have to get off the computer to continue a pointless conversation with the person that is arguing with me.
Man, I can complain A LOT!
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Oh Rachel, speaking of chapped lips--Utah is so dry! My lips are always chapped. My hands are dry, my face is dry, whenever I blow my nose there's always a trace of red in the kleenex from blood. bleh. I miss moist, green Washington. And I'm glad I'll be there in the summer because the temperature is much more mild than in Utah.
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