I have decided.

I'm done with Xanga.

If you want to hear my news, you'll have to find some other way of contacting me.

It's been a fun ride..but that ship has sailed....

I'm on facebook...find me.

You are my wounded enemy.  What kind of medic would I be if I did not drag you to safety? What nurse would I be if I did not treat your wounds? What doctor would I be if I did not mend your wounds? This pictures forgiveness.  Someone who has hurt me.  Full of wounds... would I let them bleed there or forgive them. Again. Knowing full well they may up and rage war against me again someday.

Thanks girls.  You gave me the answer I looked for.  70 x 7.  Again. And again. Do you deserve my ministrations? My forgiveness? Honestly. No.  Do I counteract your immaturity with immaturity or do I act like the warrior queen I am and act in a manner consistant with the KING? Did I have nails driven in my hands and feet? Did I suffer what HE did? No.  The pain you've inflicted upon my heart is mouse nibblets compared to his suffering.  My eyes open to your soul's wounds... and I reach out to mend them.

I forgive you.  Even if you never forgive me. Even if you never come back.  Never speak to me again as days gone by.

Hey you.....