Friday morning at 5:00 a.m. I awoke and began my weekend. I left before 6:00 and ate breakfast at McDonald’s in Marion. I had 30 minutes to kill before my interview at the Radisson in Asheville at 8:30 a.m.
But it was then that I discovered we got the days mixed up and that my interview wasn’t until tomorrow (Saturday). So, I had 24 hours, a full tank of gas, and a prayer for God to take me somewhere.
He took me home.
After spending three hours headed east on I-40, I ended up in Sanford, NC. I surprised my mom at work, and visited Pastor Steve at his barn. He told me about how his horses have brought him closer to the love of God. I can understand that.
Then, God took me to a house I haven’t been to in well over a year. I drove down that long dirt driveway and there I saw a young blonde girl carrying a baby. I pulled up to the house, ran out and greeted her at the door with a hug.
Nearly a month ago, Jenna gave birth to 10 pound Michael Joshua. She will marry goateed Herb in December. I met him. Nice guy, but he couldn’t look me in the eye.
Tenielle freaked out when she saw me. She still smokes and says she is trying some modeling stuff.
It was great spending time with those girls. I love them so much and its hard to believe I have known them for nearly four years now.
I saw pictures of Jenna pregnant; she was so huge. I wonder if she realizes what has happened to her. If she knows she is now and always will be a mother. Can a 16-year-old truly know such a thing?
As I listened to the conversations between them in that trailer, I became insanely aware of their incorrect grammar, their double negatives, and their generally poor word choices. It hit me so suddenly, these two girls who have taught me so much about how to love unconditionally, they are what many would call “Trailer Trash.” The next pay check and getting cigarettes is all the seemed to be on their minds. I truly saw how valuable college was to me. Lees-McRae saved me, but I’m still in Jenna and Tenielle’s debt. They taught me more than they’ll ever know.
I ate dinner with Mom and Nate. She showed me some videotapes from the Brownsville Revival down in Florida and I cried watching them.
I went to walk and pray on the railroad tracks and asked God to let me into his presence. That evening was similar to Valentine’s Day of 1993. I fell to the ground and cried and laughed in all of God’s glory. It was a wonderful time.
I left at four in the morning to get back to Asheville in time. I talked a lot about God during my scholarship interview, but I didn’t get the award. It doesn’t matter, it felt like all of that was orchestrated, so I would need to borrow a car, so I could spending a few hours back home and realize all that God has done for me. There were so many hours driving this weekend in solitude that are more valuable to me than a scholarship. I had so much fun. I saw the sun rise twice in a row.
I spent time with Abigail and Lindy last night. We rented some movies. Abigail laid next to me for nearly four hours and I touched her hair and head.
For my birthday I was given Life on the Edge by Dr. James Dobson. In it he writes about the steps to true intimacy and stresses how these steps should be taken in order and at a very slow pace:
Eye to Body
Eye to Eye
Voice to Voice
Hand to Hand
Hand to Shoulder
Hand to Waist
Face to Face (Hugging/Kissing)
Hand to Face
Hand to Body
Mouth to Breast
Touching below the Waist
Wow! Did you notice step eight? He writes, “Surprisingly, touching a person’s face and hair in a romantic way is more intimate than kissing and hugging.”
According to Dr. Dobson, Abigail and I skipped four major steps. Oh well, these days, it’s the one thing I truly look forward to. Her face has become familiar to me. I know it so well, and even now, I miss it.
I miss her.
Oh Jacob, how funny you are.