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A home, but no house to put it in












In the Abbey.

Only managed to read a few pages of Have A Little Faith during the trip. Read a lot today, halfway through the book now, progressing really slowly.

From a Sermon by the Reb, 1981:
A military chaplain told me the following story: "A soldier's little girl, whose father was being moved to a distant post, was sitting at the airport among her family's meager belongings.
The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs and duffel bags.
A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head.
'Poor child,' she said, 'You haven't got a home.'
The child looked up in surprise.
'But we do have a home,' she said. 'We just don't have a house to put it in.'"

Aren't we lucky? But how come we don't have the right attitude in life, unlike this little girl? I wish I can be as optimistic as she is, instead of complaining all the time. I need to learn how to count my blessings.

I seldom quarrel with my mom. But these few months we bicker occasionally. When we do, we just stop talking to each other for a day. I'm not sure why as well, but I do know that I don't like it. I don't know why, so I don't know what to do about it. Trying to resist the urge to talk back. Is it because of my mood these days? Lol.

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It's getting so hard. To put it harshly, I'm trying to get rid of you during the time when I need you the most.
I do try to distract myself, but that's ephemeral. Nowadays I'd rather stay at home and rot, instead of having to put up a front in front of everyone else. I'm getting tired of that after doing it for these few years. How did I become such a person? Lol. I really lack faith in such things.
Someone, something, liberate me please.

All these indefinite answers...
Oh well I'd better be in bed by three. Need to wake up earlier to meet yf tomorrow..
2:16:00 AM