Vince just left. What a lovely three weeks we spent together between Thanksgiving and Christmas. We saw the winter solstice moon last night. We made pancakes this morning. He is my truly great friend, and he is moving in Bolivia in May.
I wrote Marie a letter this morning. I so much look forward to seeing her tonight. I feel I’m letting go of life more and more. I want so much to let everything that is in me be nothing but Jesus. I want all my remaining days to me Jesus, Marie, and storytelling….in that order.
Take all of me Lord. I see that every good thing comes from you. I alone am full of sin. You are my redeemer. I only exist because of your love and grace.
This beautiful life is full of you Jesus. It is because of your resurrection. I love you so.
Vince and I experienced the most beautiful sunset in the world last night. We were out at Back Bay Wildlife Refuge. It was unbelievable. God is so big, so grand, and I see Him every day.
I called Marie this evening. She sounded beautiful. She said she wrote me a letter. What a lovely creation oh God. She is yours, not mine.
She will be here in two days, but I’ll only get to see her a little while and then she’ll be back eight days later.
This relationship is the truest one I’ve seen or known. I am overwhelmed with joy and thanksgiving.
There are ten days remaining in this millennium. Vince lies to my left reading Passion and Purity. My small Christmas tree is blinking in front of us with wrapped Christmas presents underneath. We are listening to Whisper loaned to me by a beautiful girl now in New Jersey. But she feels so close to me tonight.
Justin visited with us yesterday and Sunday. He is doing very well. What a great friend!
God’s blessings continue to multiply, so much so that I feel I can’t contain all the joy. He’s given me so much in talent, in Marie, and in friends.
It is in dying that we are born.
Jesus broke the bread before he multiplied it.
Did my breaking come my senior year of Lees-McRae? My first year of Regent? Or is my true breaking yet to come?
Oh Lord, please have your way.
Teach me about all that is good in you. Melt me away. I don’t want to exist. Only you Lord. Take me over. Take me over.
I love you my sweet savior.
The most beautiful morning of all! Vince and Marie and I visited Tracey’s parents last night. What a wonderful night of southern food and laughter! We played Bible Trivia, and, of course, Marie won.
Marie and I had our Christmas together afterwards at her apartment. We exchanged our presents for each other. She loved the picture I gave her of my younger true self. We then danced the night away to Jill Phillips’ “Everyday.”
And in the early morning hours of this very day we shared our first kiss.
Beautiful. Soft. Sweet.
She is on the road now to New Jersey. Protect her Lord.
Thank you for this beauty Jesus.
Thank you for this life.
David just gave me a present from the youth group. It is a journal with an bald eagle on it. Yet Marie and I have talked about looking for a church to attend together. She said she doesn’t feel right about co-teaching with me at Parkway now. Guide us Lord.
It is a week until Christmas. Last year our show at Parkway opened. This year I’m looking forward to giving Marie her Christmas present.
Vince leaves on Wednesday, Marie’s parents pass through on Thursday, I head to Maryland on Friday, and I will return here on Sunday.
I talked with Allen yesterday. I believe he and Jessica will get married on June 10th at sunrise. He wants me to be in the wedding. What an amazing thing! I pray Marie is there with me.
Curtis will marry Megan in April.
Marie said she would like to go with me.
Marie and I went to Williamsburg today. We visited my wonderful grandparents. We shared a meal with them. Everything my grandfather said was ten times funnier than usual for the simple thought that Marie was experiencing it for the first time. I adored the way my grandparents said her name. It was as if she was already family.
We walked to the reservoir and sat on a newly built pier; perhaps it was built just for us.
We visited Colonial Williamsburg at night. I pretended in my own mind that we lived in another century. Each window of these ancient buildings held a candle, as if the eyes of the past, present, and future were watching us walk through our own unknowingness.
We stopped at a bench beneath an ancient tree beneath a more ancient moon. And there we pondered the other twin souls who might have stopped underneath this very tree throughout all its years. But the tree whispered its secret to us; that God had created him for the sole purpose of providing a special atmosphere for Marie and I on the night of December 17th in the final year of a millennium. And there the moon revealed it true purpose of creation, to shine on the two of us.
On the way home we drove through the Christmas lights of Norfolk’s botanical gardens.
Tomorrow night is our Christmas.
Each night is our birthday.
Last night, and a little into this morning, Marie and I became little kids together. We went for a walk in a small forest of light-covered trees and ended up in front of a fireplace, a nativity set, and Christmas lights, where we held each other’s hands and spoke of family and the past.
She is lovely.
I feel God is changing my relationship with my youth group. I felt disrespected on Wednesday and I got angry with them. I fear they see me differently now. We’ll see. Maybe I’m not supposed to be in that form of ministry. Have your way God.
In a month we’ll be finished with principal photography for Dang!. I only have two classes next semester.
Marie just called!
Sometimes I wait for my life to begin
Sometimes our hearts should begin in the end
Sometimes my life is just paper and pen
But then sometimes I think of you
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Tracey and I watched old Lees-McRae dance videos last night. They were from four or five years ago. I have forgotten that I am 23. Those two numbers next to each other look very old to me. But it is all relative. I’m sure to others I’m a little punk who doesn’t know anything about life yet. And they are probably right.
This month is ending and I have two screenplays and a huge paper to finish.
But this is not about me.
I am beginning to see that I will never do really huge things in my career. Sure, I may make some movies, and I may have a few good roles on the stage and screen, but these things will never be greater than making a girl smile. What am I if I do not love?
I am nothing.
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Vince is coming, but I have so much work and a show to do. I know not what Christmas brings, but I hope to see Marie and meet her family. I know not what will happen for New Year’s either, but I do know that the following week I will be directing Dang!.
Oh God, you have much to do through me.
Hold the clock. Stop the sun.
Speed me up. Slow me down.