March 17, 1998 – Tuesday – 11:10 p.m.

We went to a bean dinner last night at the local fire station.  We had a fun time with some good old country food.  I went for a mile and a half walk on the railroad tracks.  I felt so alive with the totally new surroundings, but by the time I turned around and walked back, everything was familiar.

This morning we went to the same house and finished up the work.  Today was tough, for last night all I did was dream about Sarah.  I haven’t seen or spoken to her in six days.  It will be another five days until I see her again.  I doubt I’ve really stopped thinking about her since she left for Florida.  I really do love her and that fact alone goes beyond my understanding.

During our lunch break today, I went for a walk into the woods and took a nap.  We are so deep into Kentucky country here.  It is very peaceful.  The wind never stops blowing.

After I showered for the first since Sunday, we all went line dancing.  It was actually kind of fun.  There are two other college groups here, one from New York and the other from New Jersey, and they all seemed pretty neat.  After line dancing, Allen and Justin and I went with a church group to a basketball game even deeper into the country.  Everyone was really into it.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many white people excited about a basketball game.  I could care less, so I just played ping pong with some local children.

I think the point I’m trying to make is that I’m surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of new and different people, people very amazing and very alive, yet my thoughts are only occupied with one girl, a girl none of these people have ever met.  How can they make it through the day, without knowing Sarah.  How dead I must have been before I met her, yet to everyone else, she is just a girl.

I do not remember myself without knowing the Lord, I can’t comprehend how dead people must be if they are without him and he is not just a girl, but God.

I’m counting down the days until I get to hold Sarah again.


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