I am nothing. You are nothing. We are nothing.

My good works are not mine.
Everything that seems honarable does not belong to me.
Possessive words should not exist in our dictionary.

I am nothing.
I am nothing but someone quoting someone else.
The words do not belong to me.
The actions do not belong to me.


The Lord is the one who is speaking and doing.
All I do is merely try to copy.
Very infrequently succeed.
And
if
There is a small glimpse that I resemble him.
I still do not own it.
I do not deserve the credit.
For I am not even a tool.
But a speck of dirt in the finger nail of the one who is holding the tool.


These hands serve but only because your love is pushing them.

Dam those who believe that are more.
And steal the glory from the one who is the founder of glory.

Let us wear humlitiy like a dress aunt henny wanted us to wear on Sunday.
With that horrid fit and awful colours.

Take me back where I should be.

Cali was the bomb.com.
I loved it.
Jonna is my fav.
The market is cool.
Eaton Canyon is beautiful.
Fuller is tight.


So Michael's is opening right next to Hobby Lobby. My drawing teacher says, " I can't wait to see the fights between the moms who have nothing to do with their lives except scrapbook. Someone isn't going to make it."