After I finished last night’s journal entry I figured I would lay in my bed and listen to a little Enya until 8:30 p.m. and then leave for Christi’s. I did. And when I opened my eyes, to my surprise, it was 2:00 a.m. I had slept right through the final hours of 1996.
At first I was upset, but then I was content. That was my last chance to see Christi for quite a while, but my whole lift is still ahead of me. I went back to sleep and awoke again at 8:30 this morning.
I showered and then watched Joe Versus the Volcano again with Nate. He laughed at the fishing part. Around 10:30, Henry and Nate went to the park to race Nate’s RC Car he got for Christmas. I had the house to myself.
So, I decided to start the year off right. I spent some time with my Lord. I played Rebecca St. James music and walked around the house praising God, and praying in the spirit. I also washed the dishes, lifted weights, and thought about my Bible Study group, especially Abigail. I’m looking forward to Saturday. Marcus is going to drive me up. Timothy may follow. I miss Josh. I miss him purposely stopping by to annoy me at the most inappropriate time. I think that’s his way of showing you you’re his friend. I miss them all, but we’ll all be together by the end of the weekend.
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You know, I’ve been wondering. What if, say a while into the future, there was a way to send objects back in time. What if I sent my first 11 Books of Days back to November 14, 1992 when I first started writing in them. Would I read them?
If I would have known back in 1992 what my life would be like in 1997, I wouldn’t have believed my own writing. Look at all that God has given me. I have friends, several families, so much opportunity, wow!
1997, 1998, 1999, 2000.
Here we go. This is actually insanely fun. I don’t know what’s going to happen. And don’t tell me. I’m having too much fun right now to care.