I’m at the Chesapeake Square Mall food court next to the fountain and palm trees. It’s my lunch break. Trey and I watched Magnolia last night on video. I didn’t get to bed until 3:30 this morning.
I also came to this spot yesterday to attempt to plot out my next script. It seems to be getting very big.
There’s an older gentleman in front and to the left of me that seems to be people watching.
July is ending. I don’t know what this month held except for my job at Acoustic Works and a trip to West Virginia. I did spend a great deal of time editing Dang! with Trey, and playing Zelda 64. And of course I found a new church.
August, the month of change, is on its way, but again it seems only my age will change this year.
I’m in my third year here in the Hampton Roads area. It feels like it’s been so much longer. I think my inner man has changed, that I got burned out on the normal way of church, and I just don’t want to play “church games” anymore, to be honest.
There’s a little girl with glasses throwing coins into the fountain. What could she be wishing for?
I hope I’m able to redirect America’s hope to God’s endless waterfall of grace, and away from man-made fountains.
Oh God, have your way with me. I am broken. Yet I am also forgiven. And I forgive as well.
It’s been raining here for the past three days. I rather enjoy it, but I can tell it has been taking its toll on all people surrounding me.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll stay here. Here in this job and here in this corner of Virginia. I’ll do my best to take it one day at a time.
Jesus, your love is all I own.