shattered

It's my fault. I took your dagger and stabbed my heart. Now the scar is taking forever to heal.
What about reconcilliation?

Lately I've made myself rather busy. I suppose it's not stressful if I enjoy things like hopping around Christian groups, making new friends, for once. Or learning scriptural insights. It's not wrong to enjoy them, I think, but God is magnifying Himself, and I don't know how long it will be before my wicked flesh turns away. I don't want to. Sin has its consequences, and I need to realize that.

I don't know how much I should focus on my school work anymore. It used to be easy to say, let's pour everything in. That's not quite reality, there're daily mood swings and such. Group work adds another variable. I'm not sure how to trust my teammates. I wish I was better at communicating, because I don't think we feel like this is our project. That's ownership - and it gives people impetus to make a difference.

Same thing goes for the KS magazine. I'm going to let this be the last issue. An unsupported ministry is a withering one, so I'll cut it definitely. Only problem is whether I should encourage a new bud or not. I'm thinking of a church publications committee, but if there's isn't the manpower or dedication, then I really shouldn't proceed. There're always other needs to tend to.