We went to Portsmouth First Pentecostal Holiness church last night. I rode in the van next to Kimberly. Then sun was setting as we drove over the water and the skyscrapers of downtown Norfolk were silhouetted by a perfect sky. It was a beautiful drive, both inside the car and out. Laughter filled the air as a Down Syndrome kid expressed his love for the Children’s church leader.
I saw Rachel, the red-head I met at Bethel Temple, at the church.
Tonight is the going-away party for Tammie and Jose. Justin is going to go with me. He’s in town for Fall Break.
I love my youth group.
It’s such a divine appointment for all of us to be together right now. Like it was always meant to be.
Just like Lees-McRae, it was all always supposed to happen just like it did.
I feel I’m growing cold.
I haven’t held anyone in so long.
I haven’t been touched in so long.
Jenny will sometimes walk by me at work and tickle my back; so sweet.
I feel I’m losing my touch. I’m losing my me.
Is my heart hard?
Did Sarah break me?
Can God fix me?
My old self, I want you back.
Another lifetime is beginning.
I’m growing used to these faces and I’m looking forward to seeing them. Kimberly is the sweetest thing this side of North Carolina. I have a beautiful group of teenagers here that look up to me. Life hasn’t stopped yet; probably never will.
My pen is running out of ink.
The closing of this year will be something: ending my first semester of film school, directing a Christmas drama, seeing my parents and Emily in Florida, seeing Riverdance with Tracey, going to a Rebecca St. James concert, spending Thanksgiving with Vince.
I love you God. There’s nothing greater than living in your peace.
Life is getting a tad bit interesting and complicated.
“Eyebrows” is coming along nicely. I have half the script completed. The youth group at Parkway is in major transition, but God will take care of us. Emily had a 19-year-old friend die of cancer and she has returned home for the funeral. Justin from LMC is coming into town tomorrow night. Thursday is my last day of filming for “Saturday Despair.” And Dawn is no longer at work.
I’ve been here long enough to see change. Perhaps it means this place is my home now. And this is my third one here on this planet.
These are the places I am from.
I sent to see the ocean this morning and heard a sound in the water that I’ve never heard before. It was the billions of bubbles of the surf all popping at once.
It sound like an applause from far away.
Things are beginning to change.
Tammie and Jose made an announcement to the Discipleship class this afternoon. They will be leaving in less than two weeks to serve as a youth minister in Fayetteville.
That probably means nothing to you because I haven’t mentioned them much in the past two months. They are the youth pastors at Parkway Temple. They are born leaders. I found my refuge in them. If not for their love, Parkway Temple would have been a church I visited once and not a church I now regularly attend.
The way they have affected these teenagers is unbelievable. Everyone was crying during the meeting. I couldn’t. Goodbyes don’t make me cry. I cry at the second hello.
They were so good to me. But their leaving is a God thing. I have a peace about it. But what is frightening is how I showed up right before they were supposed to leave.
What are you doing God?
I’m in charge of about 20 teenagers on Wednesday nights for Drama and Tammie and Jose were the ones I leaned on. Perhaps God is teaching all of us to lean on him.
I don’t know what will happen, but this is making too much sense. I thought I was just supposed to come to Regent, but now I see that I was called to Parkway Temple for this time.
Life has a plot. Life has an author. Life has an audience.
I cannot believe it is the eleventh already.
An incredible peace has come over my soul and spirit the past couple of days. Yesterday’s film shoot was so much fun. I cannot believe that is supposed to be work for me.
I look forward to each new day just to see what God has in store. I miss the companionship of Vince, Dan, Allen, and Curtis, but I also enjoy the abundant alone time I have now. Everyone at Lees-McRae is going to Hilton Head like we did last year. There are over 30 people going, and many are freshmen I’ve never met. That world has moved on without me.
I miss Africa as well. Those were such perfect days.
What a perfect God! He knows me inside and out. I hand all of this over to him.
It’s past midnight. Memories haunt me. Faces, smells, and touches. I am missing Lees-McRae.
Hard to believe it has already come and gone.
I talked to Tracey tonight. And for the first time since she has returned to Lees-McRae, I tried to call Sarah. I woke up her roommate instead and Sarah wasn’t there. Elizabeth said she would have her call me. It is Homecoming weekend there. I’m afraid tonight I may lie awake waiting for her to call, but I know she never will, just like she never did so many nights that I waited in McAllister Dorm.
I fear God has created me to just drop me into a place for a season, then I’m off to somewhere else.
We live to communicate, but most of that is just us asking questions.
I can’t get to sleep right now. I’m wondering what God is up to.
Why is he so good to me? Why does he like to blow the wind through my hair? Why am I constantly studying the shapes, angles, and beauty of every girl’s eyebrows?
Look where I am now. This is one heck of a ride, but the ending is all that matters.
Words are losing their value.
All except these three:
Jesus loves me.