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| I miss my truck.
Yeah, that's right, I miss that old, beat up thing.
It usually needed about $500 of repairs a year.
The A/C didn't work...towards the end, neither did the heat
It sounded more like a lawn mower than a truck
The passenger side seat wouldn't lock into place
It wasn't even a really manly truck, it was a sports truck
And yet, it was nice to be able to get away whenever I wanted
Little trips to the store were built in alone time
(I think I need more of that alone time that isn't in front of a computer)
It was a safe place to sing at the top of my lungs as I turned the music up way louder than it should have been
I like driving...It's weird not driving
When I drive, I get to know my directions around an area quickly...
when I don't, I still struggle to find things
So if anyone would like to find me a beat up 2000 GMC Sonoma with 185,000 miles on it...
or you just want to give a missionary your old car, feel free to contact me...or just bring it down to Arkansas
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| I'm going to Fall Retreat...
which is not to be confused with going to Ohio's Fall Breakaway.
It's the first time I haven't been there since 1999.
Quite a streak, eh?
Feels weird, but I won't miss the "old" jokes that I would get.
Also, I knew it was time to move on.
Still remembering my friends in Ohio, and hoping they have an awesome weekend.
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| Explaining time again, the question the defense
How come he never smiles, why hide my happiness
A season to laugh, a season to cry
I'm just living my life with respect to my time
Our walk's a narrow road and there's a whole lot more to go
Hope yours is filled with sunshine, right now that's not my world
It's not my place and that's alright
Abundant life to many, joy is to survive
Meanwhile I might smile, but it's grace mile after mile
Through grace I carry on and that grace will lead me home
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| I think I pretty much always have a song stuck in my head...
I am dabbling on here...
not sure why...
could be a place for deeper thoughts...
or to test out the comedy skills that I so dearly lack...
Couldn't be a poem...none of this rhymed
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| HERE you can be ANYTHING
and I think that scares you...I think that scares you
HERE, I've been here before, but only by myself
I promised I'd see it again
I promised I'd see this with you now
What giving up gives you
and where giving up takes you
I've had and I've been
Here in center-frame
Here there's only air and just enough space to fit
I said it out loud over and over
I said it out loud, but what do I know?
I said it out loud, but it did not help
I'll stop now, just so I can hear you
I stay up as late as it takes, as long as it takes
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