Another week has come and passed and I missed the entirety of it that involved education. Alana presented our project on Literature. I feel bad that I wasn't there to help but I put a lot of effort into the slideshow so that it wouldn't be too hard for her. She is a kind person.
This Sunday I went to church and was prayed on, not for. Touch is a powerful thing, and as I stood at the alter and multiple hands pressed against my being I was once again in the presence of God. Shaking and speaking in a language that I can not interpret. I learned that I have to stop letting fear and pride come before my Faith. I felt stimulation in my legs and it would be ridiculous of me to think that in some way that it was my bone marrow beginning to work, that I am healed. But I know that I will be healed and that the process must come before the goal and the goal is to do what God has created me to do. I don't know what this has to do with Literature, but it's what I have learned this week. Making up everything I have missed might be terrible, but I know this is temporary.That I will graduate and my rough waters will be calmed. I am who I am, who am I? That is what I am searching for and in that endeavor I believe this class is helping me.
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Andy Schoenborn
11/1/2016 11:02:17 am
Hi Corrine,
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