fatigue dresses me up like a doll cloaked in weariness i seem so tall the job is fun, no doubt indeed but when service's a duty, i dare not sit
rubbish. failed attempt.
i'm getting weary. day two's not good at all. and it's only day two.
met one group of girls before they started sch yesterday morning. struggled to get out of bed to travel downtown when the sun's yet to shine. but at the end of it all, i'm deeply encouraged. learning the ropes from amos and brandon. thank God for them. we went out for ice cream for a while to get a breather and it was great. got to know marcus a little better and i pray for more opportunities. at least he's friendly. maybe i'm too used to working with students, i dont know. but it's a real challenge right now to break this block of ice and to bear with whoever.
a set of teeth which people pick on maybe that's why the toothpick was invented dont you feel that way sometimes?
okay maybe not picked. but it's a real crappy feeling. i think i'd feel better being a volunteer doing the same thing. at least it wouldnt be a job. and people wouldnt view you in a certain way. like seriously. it's real different. a job was never a thought and i got more than what i wanted. my suggestion of being off the payroll was rejected. i'm glad i can rely on grace to get through it all. His grace alone.
