I feel frozen with fear. The devil, that bastard. He's not going to run me down. God is my strength, He is enough for me.
I was watching The Enforcer yesterday and Dirty Harry is everything I feel like I'm not. God, please make me more like him. Give me a rocket gun and teach me how to use it. I want to blast the devil to pieces.
Life is so full of colors and people and textures and scents and breezes. I love to imagine how God looks down on all of it and sees it at one time, swaying like a tree in autumn. I love to meet the people and breathe the same air as they do and take their pictures and save them in my memory. I want to run all over the planet and take it all in while I can.
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The rocket gun of the Spirit!
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