watching the world pass her by.

pensive. thinking about things that need more doing and less thinking. but its so hard to do it when it takes two hands to clap. thinking about what it means to be a buy-and-throw-away good. or maybe, just a distraction from the current tiff. sometimes its terribly difficult to stretch out that hand again, the same hand which has been ignored when times are good.

and yet, thats what Jesus did for me. seventy times seven times, over and over. the perfect Friend.