It’s past midnight. Memories haunt me. Faces, smells, and touches. I am missing Lees-McRae.
Hard to believe it has already come and gone.
I talked to Tracey tonight. And for the first time since she has returned to Lees-McRae, I tried to call Sarah. I woke up her roommate instead and Sarah wasn’t there. Elizabeth said she would have her call me. It is Homecoming weekend there. I’m afraid tonight I may lie awake waiting for her to call, but I know she never will, just like she never did so many nights that I waited in McAllister Dorm.
I fear God has created me to just drop me into a place for a season, then I’m off to somewhere else.
We live to communicate, but most of that is just us asking questions.
I can’t get to sleep right now. I’m wondering what God is up to.
Why is he so good to me? Why does he like to blow the wind through my hair? Why am I constantly studying the shapes, angles, and beauty of every girl’s eyebrows?
Look where I am now. This is one heck of a ride, but the ending is all that matters.
Words are losing their value.
All except these three:
Jesus loves me.