January 1, 1998 – Thursday – 2:30 p.m.

Man cannot walk on water.  That is impossible; at least in man’s eye.  But Jesus did it, and not only Jesus, but Peter too.

If Peter had enough faith to walk on water, then why can’t I fly?

The people of this world, of these cities, these town, they are only content with walking, with standing, with sitting.

But I know I have wings inside me.  I can feel them every day.  Do I only have to believe? But I do believe!  I believe I can fly higher, higher in love, higher in worship, higher in health.

Yet the people who like to sit around want to shoot me down, but I can’t and won’t let them ruin me.

I have to fly.

I have to use my wings or I will die!

January 1, 1998 – Thursday – 1:30 a.m.

Another year, but nothing to fear (expect everything).

1998 will bring great change.

There is so much to write, but words can’t express what my mind is dwelling on and all the questions in my head.

I spent half of the day with Sarah.  We went shopping with her friends and then we spent some time alone.  How wonderful she is!  How much I love her.  I want to explore our love though.  I want its roots to grow deep, but that takes time and I fear we don’t have much of that.

Four months and ten days until graduation.

I’ll make the time though.  I want to tell her so much, yet the things I want to share with her, well, I can’t even find the words for myself.

So, goodbye 1997.  See you in my memories.  You did wonders for me.

Thank you Lord for such an amazing year.