old hopeful things

I was at my parent's place the other day. Not too long ago they bought a house that's something like 130 years old. It's a small 2-storey house just across the street from another house we've lived in. Point is that my dad's fixing it up upstairs and he finds these old newspapers. The latest produce from the floorboard underworld is a rather intact local newspaper from May 31. 1931. It's funny to read the Hitler-neutral articles that stand in stark contrast to the history books we read.

Tonight I'm partly sad. Sad because my greatest fear is to be rejected and I feel mildly rejected. [sigh] I just take these things waaay to personal. Plus I long for more than is to be mine. 9th and 10th commandments, right? Vs. the Law of Love. I choose #2. I'm rambling. It's 1am and I slept 4 hours last night. I'm tired. Melancholic. But God's the same and that actually really helps. I've always had hope. Things will always look up again. It'll be alright some day if you have your heart set on it. Really.

"A right heart need not be discouraged for it can rest knowing that it's tragic end will be replaced by a beautiful morning. There's always another morning for a right heart. As long as there is time, there is hope."