I just got back from church. You know, I’m really beginning to miss Lees-McRae. It can never again be like it was. Vince, Dan, Allen, Curtis, Charlie, Justin, Josh, etc.; I don’t think I’ve ever had better friends. Lindy, Tracey, Jeni, Abigail, Ann-Marie, Jessica, Ashley, Ellen, Jessi, Sherlive; I don’t think I’ve ever known sweeter girls.
Except for Sarah, of course.
And I know the God who designed their souls, who drew out the patterns in their eyes, who knew those very eyes would one day shoot daggers through my own soul.
A week from tomorrow I will be leaving to visit them all again with Lindy.
I feel Sarah has changed since she has returned home and taken her job at YMCA. She seems more mature. I like it. I think about her constantly. I want her forever; to grow old with her. To simply experience everything by her side.
I will soon go a long time without seeing her, but I will never go a long time without loving her.
I’ve been thinking and I believe that my life has stages. God plans on using me in different places, different areas, and in each area, in each place, he just wants to watch me interact with and love the other people he has made. He wants me to experience his creation. He made me to show me off, and he made others to show them off.
But each stage will eventually come to an end, and the love between us will be all that will live on.
Nothing truly dies.
The Emmanuel Players skit group was a time.
Chatham Central High School was a time.
Lees-McRae College was a time.
Heaton Christian Church was a time.
South Africa will be a time.
Regent University will be a time.
And possibly, some day, I will satisfy these desires in me to make movies, to make theater, to write, and I will move on to what’s next.
It’s funny though, because through all of these stages, I feel they came to a peak when God showed me Sarah. Or perhaps it feels that way because I’m currently in this moment. Perhaps she is just here to aid in the transition to the next stage.
If I never see Sarah again after South Africa, all will still be well for the rest of my life, for I know I at least had seven great months by her side.
And even an hour is way more than I deserve.