It feels like 9 days of running gone to waste. All because of 1 stupid decision. I don't wanna talk about it now... But I'm picking up faster than before. But as I think of it, is ti a good thing or a bad thing? Is it because I know the grace of God is sufficient, or is it because my heart has been seared by a hot iron? I hope it's the former not the latter...
I thank God that I managed to catch up with a dear friend today. We took the bus home together and just talked. It's been a long time since we did that. I really enjoyed it.
Stay strong in the Lord, my friend.