From a borrowed CD, a song on repeat today:
Cause I can think too much
I can think you away
Now that I've crashed hard
Can I see how you save?
There's a small cloud in the distance
So I'll keep on walking
Til Your grace sings so loud
I can't hear myself talking
And I tear hard this brittle bone
And I drink deep this wine
I live rich on the meat of this table
Cause it's here where I can find
The grace of a saviour
The face of a lover
The abscence of what I fear
I'm not alone, for here I've found my home
And suddenly the tears fall, in grace, in faith, in newness, in trust, in the only real and true certain thing I've found. The grace of a savior, the face of a lover, the abscence of what I fear. It's all there, or not there, and it's suddenly all going to be okay.
I'm okay.
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hi, no time to email? okay. I'm okay too. Just wondering what's happening. I liked seeing photos of where you are. I should do the same for you sometime.
I had a dream about you last night. Don't remember what the context was, just remember knowing that an old friend named Lore was in it. Strange, huh?
crazy. maybe it's prophetic and i'll be in more than just your dreams soon! heh heh. i just want to come home. . .
Here's the plan. When the Tulip Festival comes around we can wait until all the flowers have died and then drive two hours to not see any tulips.
i'm game if you are. uh. but i won't be home then. how about we just not wait until the tulip festival comes around and we just go to ottawa anyway and get job applications to every McDonalds and Wendy's we see? Surely there must be a place for us in the world!
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