Treasure in jars of clay.

Yeah.

Thoughts currently. It's 2AM. The retreat was good. I'm eating too much again. I'm questioning people's sincerity and aloof-ness, again. I'm easily annoyed and music and singing makes me happy. I guess it's like my escape from those frequent times when I ache and tense up for no particular reason. Why can't I be comfortable? I shouldn't be surprised by this. Christ is precious. I need to see this otherwise it will remain theory to me and I will choose my vain thoughts and escapades instead.

Lord, here I am.