Last night was my last Sunday night at church. I will be away all of the other Sunday nights. I have been a part of that youth group for six years. The youth group itself began with a guy named Mike. I was there at the ripe age of 13. I have gone through all of the youth pastors: Mike, Mark, Hank, Pastor Steve, Jason, Pastor Steve again, Shurby. Shurby doesn’t do it anymore now either.
My greatest days were those with Jason. He still inspires me even though he is not around. But when he was here, I was 16-years-old and wanting to soak up anything I could that dealt with theater and drama. Jason taught me so much.
But those wonderful days have faded away, just like all the rest.
These days, I strive to grow closer to God and closer to Emily. I also was to succeed at everything I attempt during my time at Lees-McRae College. Which reminds me…while at Fishnet ’95, Jonathan, one of the guys we met, told me about a film school in Virginia Beach. Then the next day, while I was talking to one of the speakers, he mentioned the same film school, named Regent University that is sort of associated with CNN, a Christian cable network. Anyway, since two people at Fishnet, on two back-to-back days, encouraged me to check out this film school, well, I think the Lord is trying to tell me something.
I will look into it.
Last night, on the way back from church, Marcus and I about got hit by a car. So, we followed the car a little ways through Goldston. Then another truck was following us. Then finally, after the first car was long gone, we pulled over and the truck behind us stopped, got out and approached us. It turned out, the drivers of the truck were the parents of the girl in the car we were following and they thought we were stalking her. Evidently, she’s been having a lot of guys stalk her recently. I thought it was a funny little misunderstanding, but Marcus got really shook up by the father accusing us.
Everything is okay; we all apologized.
I think I’m going to go to a MXPX concert tonight with Kevin and Marcus. They are a Christian group that sounds like Greenday. Hopefully I’ll have fun.
Ten more days until August 4th.
I got a letter from Emily a few days ago with a little hand-drawn map of how to get to her house. In it was a little card that said this:
It’s hard to believe you are coming here. I may not let you leave. My prince may never return. I don’t want to lose you.
I’ve been doing really good lately. I’m just so happy for no reason at all. Nothing can bring me down from this natural, beautiful high I’m on. I can’t wait to share it with you! My anticipation burns inside me. I can’t hide my smile.
I love you.
I was right, on the directions I noticed a bridge I had to cross.