I’m not in my room, I’m under a pine tree on Lake James Drive near Regent University. I rode my bike here. It is nice to get away from my room.
I’ve been reading Henderson The Rain King and have enjoyed it immensely.
Vince leaves the country in five days. I’ve tried to call him, but he wasn’t home. I’m now at the point of my life where I am no longer a full-time student, and, to be honest, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m trying to be patient. I’m trying to wait on God. I’m trying to get a job, but I don’t think I’m doing it very well. I feel like I’m losing my identity.
Marie and I, well, it is obvious that our relationship is changing form. God please have your way with us and melt all my insecurities away. I have grown to not like who I am these days. I have this opportunity to spend three weeks on the road with Dan and Theresa, and I think that would be good for me, but I feel like I should be trying to find a job though. That pressure is mainly coming from Marie and her family.
For the first time in my life, I’ve met a mother who doesn’t like me. After Marie’s mom spent more time with me, she thinks I’m the wrong one for Marie and she has told her as much.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that. I’ve left my church to attend church with Marie, and Marie’s church just doesn’t believe the same things, spiritually speaking, that I do.
I feel as though I’m losing myself who I am.
I want to be with Marie. I love her so much. I guess all the differences and the road blocks scare me. I’m just waiting to see what God is going to do.
I want to start working on more films, but I have this huge debt hanging over my head, so I feel I must put my focus on that.
An old married couple just rode by on their bikes. Will I ever become that?
This is a nice little grove in the trees; similar to Emily’s crying place in Crestview, but that has since been torn down to make way for suburban sprawl.
Perhaps I should put all my efforts toward doing video work on the mission field. That way I can travel the world.
I want to drive out west and spend many days thinking and writing in my journal.
I miss writing in my journal.
I’m going to ride my bike around some more.