This has been a lonely day even though I spent some good hours with Dan, Theresa, and Amy from the bookstore. The power went out and we got together to play a board game.
I have a bit of a headache. My neighbors above me have really heavy footsteps. I wish it would snow, so I could feel quiet and clean. I wish I could ride horses against a Kentucky sunset.
David, my roommate, is as introverted as Matt. I knocked on his door earlier and asked if I could come in and he said “no.” His door is always closed to me.
Abigail and Jeni have recently had birthdays. September is half over. Then only three months left. Some days I get so scared. It all seems so big. But there are other days in which being alive is the easiest thing there is.
I had a neat conversation with a Greek named Bill last night. I was the first to get deep into his soul since he’s come to Regent. He told me I’m the first and only person he has met who seems well rounded in all the gifts. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but it was nice.
I also pitched “To Fly” on Monday. Afterwards I was complemented by so many classmates telling me I was an amazing writer. Why am I still so lonely here? Was I this lonely at Lees-McRae? I must like the wide spaces the mountains provided, it gave my heart room to grow.
Jesus, it is so hard to share you. I feel like you’re all mine. It feels like you spend all your time with me. How can you be in my room and in David’s as well? How can your spirit pour while I’m at church and also while I’m alone? Can you be the leader of this dance?
I don’t know where to take you that you haven’t already been.