Why oh why....

Craving: Quiche

You know, I had a blog all planned out before today. An entry I was going to post up. I was going to talk about my weekend again, and what I baked on thursday and of COPA IBA. Actually I wasn't even planning to blog until tomorrow, but then I got a phone call. It was a friendly call and was a really fun chat, as talking with this friend usually is (well most of the time she talks and I just listen..:P). Something my friend however, really got to me. It got me thinking about how sensitive I am to outside criticism, especially those from my close friends. No, actually that is wrong. I'm not so much sensitive to criticism as I am of what they think of me. I really don't know how to explain it.......maybe because I pride myself on my listening and couseling so much...and yet sometimes I just wish that sometimes the roles could be reversed. I know I could tell God, and pray to Him, and that is something I do. But really, sometimes one just needs to have the ear of another person to talk to. You know what? I just don't know what has gotten into me....must be one of those moods....I have written and rewritten this passage many times, sometimes bearing my soul and then just covering it back up again. *sigh* I really wonder what has gotten me into this mood.

The wind carries cries,
The wind carries tears,
The wind carries laughter,
All to my ears.

Listen always I do,
Listen always I try,
Listen always I am,
Though none hear my sigh.