i lift my eyes up to the hills- where does my help come from? my help comes from the LORD, the maker of heaven and earth. he will not let you foot slip- he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over israel will neither slumber nor sleep. the LORD watches over you, the LORD is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon by night. the LORD will keep you from all harm, he will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and your going, both now and forevermore.
tonight, i turned up my salsa, merengue, bachata, and reggateon up very loud and pretended that i was at artisitka. it was amazing, but not the real thing im afraid. just wanted to share that and let you know that i havent forgotten how ;)
i promise ill blog more later (ive been slack lately) but its about 2 am or something and im about to drop dead im so tired. gooooooooooooodnight, world...
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