Much has happened since my last entry. Tammie and Jose’s party was the most amazing event. Justin came, all the girls had a burping contest, and I fell more in love with this whole world. God has given me a heart of compassion for these people. Each day, I find myself longing more and more for them.
Sunday’s church service was fantastic as well. There was another party for Tammie and Jose that night. My small group meeting is on Mondays at Connie and Christian’s, and on Tuesday nights I now have a men’s meeting at church. I went last night and it was awesome. No matter where I go, I find myself surrounded by good people.
I finished my “Eyebrows” script yesterday, but there are a few changes I need to make before I submit my first draft.
I’ve been emailing Angela and Dawn from my Africa trip. Julie also sent me a letter. I also found a new email buddy in a Canadian who went to Eastern Europe with Teen Mania. Her name is Anna. MovieMark and I have begun emailing each other again.
Time is moving forward. The air is getting cooler, but the leaves are not changing. I bought a plane ticket Monday to go down to Pensacola for Christmas. I’ve never spent a Christmas in Florida before, and I’ve surely never spent one so close to Emily. I will stay there until the Brownsville Revival starts back up at the beginning of 1999, then I will fly back. I depart here on Christmas Eve.
November brings Tracey and Vince. I used to think about going to visit my old home in the mountains, but to miss one tiny thing that happens here frightens me.
Thank you God for my homes!
We went to Portsmouth First Pentecostal Holiness church last night. I rode in the van next to Kimberly. Then sun was setting as we drove over the water and the skyscrapers of downtown Norfolk were silhouetted by a perfect sky. It was a beautiful drive, both inside the car and out. Laughter filled the air as a Down Syndrome kid expressed his love for the Children’s church leader.
I saw Rachel, the red-head I met at Bethel Temple, at the church.
Tonight is the going-away party for Tammie and Jose. Justin is going to go with me. He’s in town for Fall Break.
I love my youth group.
It’s such a divine appointment for all of us to be together right now. Like it was always meant to be.
Just like Lees-McRae, it was all always supposed to happen just like it did.
I cannot believe it is the eleventh already.
An incredible peace has come over my soul and spirit the past couple of days. Yesterday’s film shoot was so much fun. I cannot believe that is supposed to be work for me.
I look forward to each new day just to see what God has in store. I miss the companionship of Vince, Dan, Allen, and Curtis, but I also enjoy the abundant alone time I have now. Everyone at Lees-McRae is going to Hilton Head like we did last year. There are over 30 people going, and many are freshmen I’ve never met. That world has moved on without me.
I miss Africa as well. Those were such perfect days.
What a perfect God! He knows me inside and out. I hand all of this over to him.
It’s past midnight. Memories haunt me. Faces, smells, and touches. I am missing Lees-McRae.
Hard to believe it has already come and gone.
I talked to Tracey tonight. And for the first time since she has returned to Lees-McRae, I tried to call Sarah. I woke up her roommate instead and Sarah wasn’t there. Elizabeth said she would have her call me. It is Homecoming weekend there. I’m afraid tonight I may lie awake waiting for her to call, but I know she never will, just like she never did so many nights that I waited in McAllister Dorm.
I fear God has created me to just drop me into a place for a season, then I’m off to somewhere else.
We live to communicate, but most of that is just us asking questions.
I can’t get to sleep right now. I’m wondering what God is up to.
Why is he so good to me? Why does he like to blow the wind through my hair? Why am I constantly studying the shapes, angles, and beauty of every girl’s eyebrows?
Look where I am now. This is one heck of a ride, but the ending is all that matters.
Words are losing their value.
All except these three:
Jesus loves me.
It’s been three years now since Syndi and I went to Deep Creek. That night with her, just sitting and talk in her car, still remains one of the most amazing conversations of my life. I can in no way remember what was said, but only that it made an impression upon my soul.
Friday night’s youth service went really well, and we are having our first drama meeting on Wednesday night. These kids are amazing. I can’t believe God gave me this beautiful family so early after arriving to a new land.
Yesterday, Nicole and a girl named Patricia and I went up to my Grandparent’s house for lunch and to do some filming for a video project we have due. We had such a good time. My grandparents were great hosts.
Last night I went over to Mary Jo’s and April’s since they were having a get-together. I met some new people and we laughed the whole night.
The God that I love today is the same God who loved me and watched over me in my youth. Even then, he knew.
I talked with Josh and Jessica over the weekend. Josh was such an inspiration to me. He also seemed lonely. He misses me and I miss him. He said things are different at Lees-McRae. He said I was able to join all the people together and he can tell a difference now that I’m not there. I told him that he should make the effort to bring people together. We prayed and he admitted that perhaps it was him and not the others. He says he feels really insecure and he’s not sure the others want to be his friend.
I do miss Lees-McRae, but I know that is not where I supposed to be right now. I know without a doubt that is was where God wanted me for the days between August 28, 1994 and May 10, 1998.
And he has set these days here at Regent aside for me now.
Another September 2nd has come and gone again. Already September. Ten days until the six year anniversary of that night in the balcony with Ryan and the others watching Jason perform two roles in Camelot.
Such good days.
Monday classes were fun. I have definitely found my place and can that God destined me to attend this school here and now so long ago. Tuesday afternoon I went to see Saving Private Ryan again, only this time with two girls I met at the swing club, Chris and Nicole. Nicole is 24 and Chris is 22. After class on Monday, Nicole and I walked back to the Regent Apartments together. It is long trail through the woods and we had a nice chat. And after the movie yesterday, we hung out together in Nicole’s apartment for a while, just talking about movies.
I got an email from Sarah. She says she went to Banner Elk Christian Fellowship on Sunday and plans to continue. That is a good thing. She seems to be doing okay, but her email had an echo of loneliness in it.
I sent Doc an email, just thanking her for Lees-McRae and telling her what was going on. She sent a lovely poem back to me and said she posted that email for all to read.
I purchased the widescreen version of Titanic yesterday and watched it last night with Matt.
I couldn’t help but think of my days with Sarah.
I miss the sound of her voice.
Hurricane Bonnie is on her way. I am not afraid.
My encounter with Rachel was a good one. We talked about 30 minutes. She knows I’m at Parkway and she knows some kids out there. She said she might come out on Friday nights.
There was a bombing in Cape Town yesterday. It seems like the world is about to explode.
I awoke this morning to a note from Matt on my bathroom mirror saying he had to leave in the middle of the night to go on a secret mission. He won’t be back until Sunday night. I’ve decided I think Matt is a little weird.
Last night I called Tracey, Lindy, Abigail, Ann-Marie, Dan, Vince, and Ashley from Lees-McRae. They started their classes today. How strange it is that I am not there. I miss them all so much.
God please be with me here. Let me grow and prosper. Bring people to me that I can minister to and bring me to people who can minister to me.
I love you God.
I need you.