June 8, 1994 – Wednesday – 1:20 p.m.

A week ago I attended my last day of school.

A month ago I wiped cake icing on Jenna’s face.

Today I went to Wal-Mart while it was pouring down rain and I bought The Lion King soundtrack and some boxers.

The movie, however, does not come out for another two weeks.  The music is great!

And it’s true.  There is more on this planet to see than can ever be seen.  There is more to experience than can ever be experienced.  There is more to find than can ever be found.

I can’t do it all, but each time I see Jenna smile I feel like I’ve experienced and accomplished everything there is to do in this world all in that single moment.

Oh God, you made her face

You put such beauty in this place

This beautiful flower and her grace

Can I relive the thirteenth of May?

October 23, 1993 – Saturday – 10:20 p.m.

We didn’t have skit group today.  We didn’t have singing practice either.  I stayed home all day.  A lot happened.  Too much to explain.  I’m happy right now.  Really happy.  So happy it’s scary.

Today I got up around nine o’clock.  I took a shower, moused my hair, and then watched some TV.  Jonathan called.  Everyone left to go wherever they went.

I was alone.

A whole Saturday.  A whole house.  All to myself.

What did I do?

Actually, I don’t really know.  I wrote a little while listening to The Phantom of the Opera.  I watched some more TV and then I prayed in the spirit for a while.  I played the Power of One soundtrack super loud and danced to the music in the kitchen.  I practiced my monologues for my college audition and tonight I watched four hours of TV in a row.  I haven’t done that in a long time.  I watched Star Trek: The Next Generation, Baywatch, and the movie Mermaids.  Mermaids was really good.

But you know what?  Things are going to be okay.  I got a letter from Emily yesterday and in it she wrote a poem for me:

Today I saw an eagle flying

Crying out to you and me

Wondering who is free

Asking who might be…

An eagle

Making his dreams come true

Fly, eagle, fly!

Though this world may have no hope

His dreams can keep him free

Like an eagle

Making his dreams come true

Be an eagle, Jacob

Be an eagle.

Everything is going to be fine.  My dreams will come true.  I will write.  I will make movies.  And I will find that right girl out there in the world.  Whether she lives in Florida, North Carolina, or somewhere else; I will find her.

I dare you to keep reading.  By the loving grace and blessings of God, my dreams will come true.