Friday, November 22, 2002
I think the times are a-changing. I was in tears last night as I got ready for bed. I think my future plans are going to be different, and it's hard, cause I know what i wanted to do for a living, and what i wanted. I wanted to teach in the suburbs, and have a family and the white picket fence. Stinks how God speaks to us, and how he wants us to surrender.
"Beneath the mire and stench of growing debt
The deep dark secrets of the Family are kept"-twothirtyeight
"We were meant to live for so much more"-Switchfoot
"Don't be afraid to pack your things
and leave the comfort money brings
and find your own way out of here alone.
Cause we're all homeless anyway.
We're searching in so many ways.
I do belivee there is a place for us."-twothirtyeight
"Beneath the mire and stench of growing debt
The deep dark secrets of the Family are kept"-twothirtyeight
"We were meant to live for so much more"-Switchfoot
"Don't be afraid to pack your things
and leave the comfort money brings
and find your own way out of here alone.
Cause we're all homeless anyway.
We're searching in so many ways.
I do belivee there is a place for us."-twothirtyeight
