Well if it makes you feel any better. I'm quite sick. I've caught the cold, or really, it has caught me and if you were where I am right now, you would find me bundled up in 3 jumper like tops, trekkies, socks and with a mug of honey-lemon on my desk.
Like you, I'm not one who likes to admit to being sick. Until I cannot anymore. This is a major flaw my parents have always bugged me about. I definitely wasn't the toughest child in the sandpit. I was strong, but I wasn't the strongest.
I have always valued your honesty. And I have always valued your opinions. Except, sometimes I still dont know when you're serious or just a gummy bunny trying to be funny. Maybe I'll discover that slowly. It bugs me that you're holding something back but that's okay. There's always the next letter hey?
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I find that I tend to be extremely honest in my letters. Something about writing them down to someone forces me to bare all which can be kind of scary.
I don't really know if I feel closest to God when I need him most or when life is dandy.
I guess for me, at least the time that I'm going through now, makes me realize that I need God all the time. It's not a when I'm weak thing... it's like I'm ALWAYS weak.
It's like I cannot get enough. I'm always wanting more... more of God in my life because that is a good thing.
Maybe in terms of your story on magic, I'm always desperate. I'm always wanting, needing magic. I'm just that sort of person.
That said, sometimes I hardly see the magic in my day. Somedays it takes me forever to think of something to be thankful for. Somedays, I think that I'm making the magic up or whatever.
But I keep wishing.
And hoping.
And praying.
Yours,
Kris
If you don't try, you can't fail.
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If you don't go into the kitchen, you won't get burnt. But you will go
hungry.
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