I can't help it. I just want to sit here and weep for Mali. I wouldn't call it a burden - like as in the bad sense, but a burden to have them see and experience the fullness of Him. It's a blessing to feel this way about them,but I just want to weep for them. Weep for their not yet knowing Him. Weep for when they will. Weep for my heart is attached to theirs, I think.
Mali, you've got my heart, and I'm in love something fierce. I just wanna spend time with you, talk with you, share things with you. I don't think you'll mind if I cry.
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