what are the odds?

my fan is squeaking. daryl is highly irritable today. like pmsing. im feeling bloated. my eyes are crossed from the earring-necklace rush-out just just. my air con is still not working. i couldnt find my black off-shoulder top. why am i so grumpy. oh this morning i did oswald chambers devotion- jesus did not entrust himself to man...for he knew what was in a man. oswald says jesus didnt trust man, not in a cynical way, but because there are just humanly limitations- so we have to put our trust in something more solid, more dependable, more comforting, more permanent, more unchanging, more gentle, more appreciative, more reassuring,
//a cove which will hold you still when all the waves are lapping or crashing down, and keep holding you even if you ask to be put down.

//don't trust man, build on rock.

i cant care to think coherently now. make whatever sense you want of it.

i entrust my life to you, knowing you won't mangle it like wool in the wash, knowing you won't stain it like purple mangosteen on silk, knowing you won't knot it up like chewing gum on hair, knowing you won't toss it out like newspaper in trash, knowing you won't drown me nor dry me, empty me nor pollute me, disappoint me or hurt or tear or stamp or discard- so many million ways to die, and only one life.