here goes nothing. or moving to nothing....

Whats done is done. I talked to my roommate about moving back yesterday and she said she already knew it was coming. She had a dream about it 3 weeks ago and was just waiting for me to finally get it. Kinda frustrating. Well I am going to keep this short, I have just been praying about what this is going to look like and more specifically where i would be living and I got

Romans 8:1-17

I think its talking about my surrendering to even agree to come back here. I donno. Ill blog more tomorrow.

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