will you trust me or not?

They call me an old soul.

a truth.

I would diagnose myself with juvenile arthritis del corazón.

a feeling.

At my age such aches are premature. But then again if I am an old soul, it is natural.

an ache.
 

This my bowl of grown up cereal and Ensure mixed with milk.
Who else besides a child makes chocolate milk in their cereal?
Who else besides the elderly drink ensure?
I am a contraction. 

I never liked this song before, but finally years later, i do.

Twenty-one years and still on

Twenty-one years and still young

Twenty-one years from now, I'll still belong.

I ask a lot of questions.  The answer is always yes.

(Yes, Lord...).  Everything after the comma is already committed to. I'm in. Yes! Of course. Here I am. Let's go! Yes, Lord... unto wherever... into whatever. yes.

I already know this, but it's good to say it again.

If i knew everything, I would be God.  So thank God for uncertainty.  It's a humble and strong reminder of how little you can know... and how much God does.

Cursed are the ones who can't abide... but Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law.
Embracing Accusations by Shane & Shane