I got home yesterday around one in the afternoon. The ten hour drive from Vermont was a completely wonderful thing. In fact part of me still feels like I’m there under that early morning star-filled sky. It was nearly as vast as the sky I saw over Africa a year ago.
About 30 minutes after I got home, I got a call from Dayton asking if I was able to go to one final Master’s Commission service. The service will be later on today, right down the street at Centerville Fellowship. It’s been about three weeks since I’ve last saw everyone.
Last night I hung out over at Kimberly’s and then met up Sterling and family at Upton’s. They went home, and I went to see The Blair Witch Project. I had heard the whole thing was made up, but that didn’t keep me from being scared. My knees were knocking against each other. The theater was packed and some people clearly believed all the marketing and thought it was really found footage. I saw a group of girls so terrified they ended up sitting in the same seat holding each other. It was pretty cool.
Mary called me last night and we talked for about three hours. She’s so funny. She’s so weird. I’m glad we’re good friends. I’m glad me being myself seems to bless her.
Throughout our conversation I kept talking about Lindy since I had just recently seen her and her parents. I was just talking about what a wonderful friendship we had, and then after a while Mary said, “Jacob, you’re in love with her!”
I just kept talking. Part of me was thinking “Duh! Like I don’t know that.” But the other part of me was thinking, “Are you crazy, she’s like my sister!”
But this isn’t a new thought. I’ve always battled those two thoughts. Lindy is my friend, one of the best I’ve ever known. We seem to never run out of things to tell each other. Wouldn’t it be nice to wake up next to someone and have everything in the world to talk about? What a beautiful miracle that would be.