How quickly the weekends come and go. I spent Friday at Jorge’s apartment on a film shoot. I played a secret agent sort of character. I met the most beautiful 25-year-old woman in the world. She had a bit part, and I can’t recall her name, but she has a 7-year-old little boy named Christian. She got married when she was 17 and it didn’t work out. We got to talk in between shot set ups. It was nice.
I washed my clothes on Saturday and worked on a film shoot until 3:00 a.m. At church on Sunday, I tried to talk to Christin’s mom about how Christin is doing. She just hasn’t been herself recently and even her grades are suffering. I didn’t get any answers, so I hope she’s okay.
After church I went with Josh, Jason, Robin, and Michelle to Waffle House and to see Stepmom.
It’s nearly one o’clock on this Monday morning. I’ve gotten so used to this area, to the layout of this land. It’s all so familiar to me now. My mountain memories of Lees-McRae seem almost like a foreign country when compared to these flat suburbs.
It’s been six months since I returned from Africa.
I’m not ready to leave this place yet. These smiles and eyes are too pretty God. These souls are too precious and deep. Help me love them God. Help me make a difference while I am here, for they are making such a huge difference in me.