Listening to "If You Could Only See" by Tonic and pensando en mañana. If only I knew whether this would take me somewhere, to the heights, to the depths, anywhere.

I'm not quite sick of the surface but I'm somewhat disgusted with my lack of interest in the man who bore my transgressions. He doesn't seem to have a role in this dream of mine, and yet he should. ¿Qué pensará si nunca regreso? What will I think if I never go back? Will I ever be able to let this go, that I once fell in love with a man with faith that moved mountains?

Yet.. "Look at the nations and watch - and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told" (Habukkuk 1:5).

I am fasting from self-sufficiency.

Perfect.

Wish me luck.