Friday, May 9, 2003Another God day.Last night when I wrote the poem about my friend, God comforted me and I woke up early feeling happy and refreshed. I am doing just what I'm supposed to be doing. God is taking care of me and those I love. Sign in to see full entry.SorrowMy friend is dying. I don't want to visit him because I cry all the way home. I feel good when I'm with him, but when I leave, the tears begin to flow. I don't want him to die. I think God should heal him. God has healed others and He can heal Keith, but He may not choose to heal him. So far it... Sign in to see full entry. |