You know we can do whatever we want right?

Fill the earth and subdue it. I want to train myself to do so much. Let's just take it one step at a time. Don't limit yourself. Keep pushing. Keep praying. Keep thinking. You will be more than okay. You will be great. An encourager. A missionary. A pioneer. An interpreter. A friend. A wife. A husband. A father. A mother. A sister. A brother. A shining light out of the dark. It starts with a simple flicker, a single spark. And then creation was born. And then out I fled from the womb. Brilliant. Beaming. Star.
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Last Thought of the night:

Sometimes when I talk to you I feel like I was given a broken record, or a toy with only so many recordings. "You can do it!", "You make me sick!" "I love you." "You need to move out if you can't handle it." "All the bible means is these three things..." A---broken---toy. One that if a child was to play with, they would quickly wish to toss aside. We all have our struggles in this life, and sometimes I find myself feeling broken too. I know Jehovah can help me piece things back together. At least for now I can admit my shortcomings, and strive to fix them. The hot searing frustration is turning into calm bewilderment and quiet sighs. You are always forgiven. I forgive you for not being able to be any closer to me. My heart will always soften still. "And it was all yellow."