My one and only full-blooded brother turns 25 in six days. My how are lives are controlled by numbers. But I feel they are important to God. I want them to be important to me as well.
Marie and I have started a book together. It is a journal, a collection, a piece of ourselves made with pen and paper. No one is meant to read it but us. Yet I wonder if it will be discovered one day.
Perhaps the truest art is the undiscovered art. And I will know no other true art except my own.
I’ve learned that I’ve become very bored very quickly when I write about the unimportant things in my journal. You know, just what I do and not who I am. When I read back in my earlier books, all I see are my immaturities. So Lord, help these times in my journal bring me closer to you and to myself.
Help me to spell out my soul. Guide me in the discovery of what you have created inside me. Lord, I fear I may not know who I am. Erase the conceit. Recreate me. Join me to you first. Then to Marie.
Recreate us together.
Everything good has its time and place.
Days with Dan, Allen, Vince, and Curtis in McAllister are no more.
Days with Marie are just beginning.
Spend time with me Lord.