I confess that my heart
Is more than often not at rest
When I pray
You seem so far away
But God above You have said
Nothing separates Your love
From Your child
Because of Jesus

And Your mercy
Covers me

Where is the praise in my soul
Have I been blinded
To crucified on a cross
There my sin and slavery died
I am free
Because You love me
- Laurell Hubick

But I don't feel free right now. It's crept up on me today, and I feel more like I've been punched in the stomach.

Sigh, Derrida awaits... how ironic that I'm once again putting off dealing with things ;). More to come I'm sure; it's going to be a long night.