The last day of September.
Yesterday was great! Marta came to church with me. She really enjoyed it. The high school guys were very impressed with the beautiful woman by my side.
At lunch, I went over to talk with Abigail. The sunlight shone through the windows and hit her eyes. The color that bounced back into mine was like the leaves of the mountain sides of these recent autumn evenings.
Her eyes were orange, yet brown, yet they perfectly mixed together and, well it made me forget what I was going to say. I can’t remember if I said anything at all, I just know that I must have left looking pretty stupid.
I videoed The Taffetas that afternoon. She was there, singing beautifully. She knows the power of the Holy Spirit and I find that so beautiful.
I called her last night to talk about some scripture I had read.
She is amazing.
Look at me.
September is already over. Three months of 1996 remain. It’s difficult for me to believe that I have ever known anything other than Banner Elk and Lees-McRae College. It’s hard for me to believe there was ever a time where my journal was full of Ryan and Christi and Jenna and Tenielle.
I was never supposed to make it this far.
But here I am.
I trust in you Lord.