It’s been a hectic past three days, but God has pulled me through.
One funny thing was that on Tuesday night, while doing sit-ups, I noticed the entire upper half of my body was blue. I later discovered it from from a new blue shirt I wore in the rain. At church tonight, I showed the kids and told them that I was sleeping walking while naked and got moon-burned. A few actually believed me. Funny!
Last night I talked to both Abigail and Lindy over the phone. They are so precious. I miss them so.
God has been doing a number on me recently. This whole film school thing, this whole life I’m supposed to be living in this huge city has gotten too big for me. But I think God likes it that way. It makes me trust him.
Haven’t written in a while.
Lindy left Saturday morning. Our time together was fantastic. God fell on us at youth service on Friday. Vince left with Justin Sunday morning. And then God fell on us at church that night. Three people had the same vision for me. They saw me in front of millions.
Classes seem fun so far, but tons of work.
We’ve had prayer meetings at church the past two night. Something seems to be happening.
I’ll be working on film shoots over the next two months on the weekends. And when I’m not doing that, I’ll be rehearsing the masks skit.
It is nearing my brother’s birthday. I don’t even know if he went back to school or what he is doing.
It’s a brand new year. I must not long for the past anymore. Forgive me for always doing that God.
Tracey just left for home. She stayed the night, along with Vince and Lindy, who are both still here. They came in last night. We visited Justin, who was a little sick, and also went to see Christin.
Oh, how I love my friends! They are so good and so good to me.
I have to go to work soon, but it has been a while since I’ve written, so I just wanted to jot something down. On Wednesday we had our first Drama meeting of the year. To begin, I’m going to lead the kids through a six-week discipleship course. Everything is wonderful! Classes start soon!
I love you Jesus!
The first flight was delayed, but I arrived safely and Christin and her mom were waiting patiently to pick me up. Christin handed me a card as well as a bouquet of sharpened pencils, it was a reference to You’ve Got Mail. It was nice.
I came home to a tone of messages. I called Lindy and she said she is coming to visit on Thursday through Saturday. I can’t wait to see her. I’m sure we will have the best time in the world.
Earlier today at the Pensacola airport I watched the most amazing family of four. I saw such a display of love. I cried inside as I watched them and prayed that God would let me have that someday.
I found a letter from Sarah in my mailbox. She asked me to pray for her and she thanked me for letting her love me. The letter was nice, but…well…I guess it’s never too late.
Amy, a teammate from South Africa, also wrote me from France. She sent beautiful pictures. It was great to hear from her.
I have the day off and I am sitting alone facing the Atlantic Ocean. I have discovered the beach for locals, it’s called Sandbridge, and no longer venture to the tourist trap that is Virginia Beach actual. It is a beautiful day. The waves are too powerful and no one is allowed in the water. I just went for a walk and my steps joined in harmony with the crashing waves and the snapping bubbles of the surf. I sang praises to my Lord and felt my Jesus with me.
The past two days of work were nice, and David and I visited Cindy’s on Wednesday night and enjoyed some yummy pizza. Oh, and yesterday I called Lindy, and the two of us had the best conversation in the world.
I miss her.
I want her to come and see me.
So, here I am. I will turn 22 after this weekend, I’ve experienced the beginnings of wonderful new friendships, and I’m facing a body of water that touches Africa, a land from which I have just returned. And I’m about to start film school!
David has complimented me many times on how well I fit in with all the different groups of people. Yet, he also says that when I blend in, I do it without changing who I am.
Wow, 19 pelican just flew over my head, all in a straight line. Perhaps one day I can blend in with them and fly away.
But it is nice to have this sand, this earth, while I can. I’ll be able to fly some day, but it is not now. Now, I have the joy of sitting in complete peace with myself. I can’t believe the world is full of so much beauty and so much love.
I love you God.
I love you.
I turn 22 in two months.
The final pages of this Book of Days seem to be falling out. I hope this journal stands the test of time and still has all it’s pages whenever I or someone else reads it.
I haven’t written since Saturday. The weekend didn’t turn out that great, but all is well. Everyone seemed to understand while the visit was difficult for me. I did get to see Sarah a little bit, but not much. Nevertheless, I am home. This place is home for ten more days.
When Lindy dropped me off on Sunday there was a strange car in the driveway. I walked into the house and there stood a beautiful and curvy dark-haired girl. She was looking at me. I had never seen her before.
It turns out, she and her mom were looking at buying our house, or possibly renting it. The girl is only 15, but she looks 18 or 20. Her name is Shana and we talked the whole afternoon. She’s pretty neat; she said she would call me.
Emily have talked an average of twice a week recently and I’ve been hanging out with Marcus and Peter quite a bit. These days have been nice.
I bought Sarah a small Bible and had her name engraved on it. I wrote a special goodbye in it and will give it to her on the last night I see her before I leave: June 26, 1998. What a night that will be! Will that be the end or just the beginning?
“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”
“Soon it will be time to go out to the places I will be from.”
I’ve learned a hard lesson these past few weeks: all these people and places that I’ve loved for so long….none of them are really mine.
Things aren’t good. I don’t feel happy. I came to visit this place and it’s people. They tell me they love me, but in reality my time here is over. I am a “has been.” This place is different now, for it seems Allen and Vince drink way too often, and even once Sarah returned to this land I felt a distance from her that I felt during the semester.
We talked a little last night, and I don’t think I’ll see her much this weekend. This land is still new to her, she wants to visit with her friends who have stayed up here for Summer Theater, and I don’t want to compete for her time or attention.
I’m pretty miserable, for I no longer have my own room or place to go. Lindy wants to stay up here longer and doesn’t want to take me back home now. I’m not sure if Sarah or Jessi do either. I feel like a burden, like extra baggage.
I’m staying over at Charlie’s. The guys know I’m here, but they already made plans for the weekend and aren’t changing them.
I simply shouldn’t have come.
May 10, 1998 was a wonderful ending. Now I fear this weekend will be all I see when I remember this place. If this is how it will be from here on out, I don’t want to visit this place again.
I’d rather it live in on my memory…in my dreams.