Marie and I walked the trials of Back Bay this afternoon. There is such beauty in the flatness surrounding the water.
We are visiting parks in the northeastern areas of Virginia tomorrow. We had decided this a while back, but I discovered through a newspaper that was accidentally placed under my door, that the new musical by the guys that wrote Les Miserables, Martin Guerre, was showing in Washington D.C. just farther north than where we planned to go. So, I got us two tickets and told her that I have a surprise for her. She has no clue what we are doing.
We had a little Bible study and prayer time las night. It was wonderful. God is guiding us.
Our journal we are keeping together is the most beautiful thing in the world. We exchange it back and forth every day.
Oh God, your love is amazing!
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.
Wow, the days go by pretty fast when you are making a movie. But they’ve gone by wonderfully though. Overall it was a week full of 10 hour days and no major issues. Eddie has come and gone. My beautiful Marie has returned and is blessing me like crazy. She is the sweetest thing! God is so good!
I love making movies. That’s all there is to it. Thank you Lord for this opportunity. Marie just called; she is on her way over. She gave me six New Jersey postcards with beautiful letters to me on the back.
Hopefully soon I’ll find the time to write about my first big directing experience in great detail. I know I will forever cherish these days.
It feels like much time has passed. Four days remain.
Marie and I had a nice visit on the 23rd. The next morning we went to Williamsburg with her family, who are adorable by the way. I want so much to be a part of them. Please God, may your will be done.
It snowed while we were in Williamsburg, and then I headed north to Waldorf, Maryland. Every member of my mom’s side of the family was there, and we had a beautiful Christmas. I left around 2:00 p.m. to head towards Mt. Airy, where I met up with Lindy. She was her lovely self, and we talked about our wonderful friends. She has found her home in North Carolina and will probably stay there forever.
Jason, my old youth pastor, sent me a Christmas card, and Tenielle called last night.
I miss Marie so bad. How wonderful that my heart longs for her. I will see her in about eight days.
The year is ending.
I’ll write more later.
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!
So much to say.
Marie and I have had a wonderful past few days.
On Sunday night we played Bible Trivia with each other, as well as spending many moments staring at each other silently. She beat me in the game, but she tried so hard to at least let it be a tie. Before I left we stood face to face and I touched her face and told her of her beauty. We kind of held hands for a second or two.
Yesterday, Eddie from Lees-McRae came in for our Dang! rehearsal. Marie was here when he showed up; we all hung out for a while. I later took Eddie out to eat.
The rehearsal went great! I also saw Marie afterward, and we talked for awhile and affirmed each other. We spent time just touching each others’ hands and each others’ faces. It was the most beautiful of moments. She is so soft. I feel horrible for ever writing the same thing about another girl.
We shared much with each other tonight. An amazing thing is beginning. She makes me feel beautiful. She told me of how her mother and sister both know and approve of me. Her world knows of me.
She played an old Twila Paris song for me about the child in me finding the child in you. We listened to it and held hands. We even spoke of how great it would be to sit with each other in church.
You are so good God.
All of this is from you.
She is yours, not mine.