I hate making decisions... Should I finish off my assignment and risk a riot since it's the 3rd time I'm dogging this week? Or should I go have fun and then have another sleepless week?
There was a comment said to me on Saturday night that's bothering me... There was a bunch of us left late that night after the event, mainly leaders, and we were getting introduced to this other leader who visited our Gospel Night. "He leads at his church and does pretty much everything. He's like the Hannah of Penno". What image am I building up... must stay low key... low key... Brother, I'm trying, I think I'm progressing already.
When a sister left her church, she took a year of cooling down from serving, then another year of no serving, so that it's not an abrupt departure when she leaves. My planning is pretty bad... I kind of don't have 2 years any more. What to do now... I still have 8 months of my "1 year pact". Then that'd only leave me 11 months. Hmm...
I haven't done face to face outreach for a while now. I'm kind of starting to forget the feeling of rejection already. So soon? I only have 3-4weeks left now to strike, and I've done nothing yet.
This Sunday I must run. It'll be a great opportunity to chat methinks.
I'll live here one day.
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ARE YOU LEAVING OUR CHURCH ??? DID I READ IT WRONG ???
In dreams we do so many things
We set aside the rules we know
And fly the world so high
In great and shining rings
If only we could always live in dreams
If only we could make of life
What, in dreams, it seems
But in the real world
We must say our goodbyes
No matter if the love will live
It will never die
In the real world
There are things that we can’t change
And endings come to us
In ways that we can’t rearrange
I love you, and you love me
But sometimes we must let it be
In the real world
In the real world
When we were dreaming heart to heart
I wish that we had stayed right there
For when the dreamers do awake
The dreams do disappear
In the real world
There are things that we can’t change
And endings come to us
In ways that we can’t rearrange
I love you, and you love me
But sometimes we must let it be
In the real world
In the real world
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