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There is a song I love. It sung by an Australian country singer called John Williamson. Some days I can sing the words by heart -
"Don't go lookin' through that old camphor box woman,
You know those old things only make you cry.
When you dream upon that little bunny rug
It makes you think that life has passed you by
There are days when you wish the world would stop woman,
But then you know some wounds would never heal

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Don't...

Evie1980

I am not sure what happened to me today. I have had to learn quite a few new things about myself and my body. I know that my body is a temple but of late, "my temple" has been a bit more like Angkor Wat than anything built of the Lord. My body seems to be falling apart asnd my symptoms are getting worse. I have been told that is due to the high amount of stress that my body is in. When asked if I have a stressful lifestyle I just laughed. After all I do live in a developing, UN run country....

Evie1980

It seems that I am only really starting to understand how God works. It is amazing to see progress (even thoug it may only be a tiny bit) in one's life. Or is it that I am finally able to look at all I have done through someone else's eyes? It seems weird and comforting at the same time.

It reminds me of the time I was walking late at night in Korea. It was so cold that snow was falling and as I was walking I realised I no longer cared about the cold. That was one of those moments...

Evie1980

I struggle everyday with knowing the person I should be and being her. It is not always easy. I tend to over think things. I get disappointed in myself. I feel I should be a stronger person than I am. It is weird. Why are we so tough on ourselves? Why is it ok for another person to ask forgiveness? Why is it ok for someone to walk away? Why is it that I can't let myself fail so end up holding on until the pain controls every part of me?

At the end of the day I always end up asking...

Evie1980

This week has been a struggle. Not that this week is any different to any other. In fact I am starting to believe that struggling is normal and peace is a mere fabrication. I don't mean to sound harsh. The facts remain simple - I am living in a developing nation and have no idea on how to survive. Survival seems to be my daily problem. Physically survival includes trying not to get stung a mosquito harbouring any of the many diseases that could end me up in the not-so-modern hospital here. Mental...

Evie1980