my main question is when we die, will we know our people when we get there? Will we remember the history that weaves us together? Pain and heart ache included? and will i know them when i see them?
Also, i'm going to have a lot of questions for Jesus. Do you think i'll get to ask them?
This is when i need Jonna.
Additionally, i'm watching War Dance. Because i'm a masochist. You want to completely rip my heart out? You show me kids who have been abandoned, abused or put into slavery.
i mean. for real.
I also bought a book called "sold" which is written in verse about a girl who is sold into slavery in India. It's a young adult novel...er...book. i dont' even know how to classify it...
I'd say there is something wrong with me.
i want the smarty pants people in my life to give me books to read and then i want to make a notes in them and talk about how they've challenged me into some sort of action.
which reminds me. I need to start volunteering somewhere. ASAP.
but where?
I'm looking at my pinterest boards and wondering what it says to other people about me. I mean i have a whole board dedicated to pictures of people holding hands. i love my boards. I'm in the middle of a crafting project. it's always more work and more ridiculous than i think it's going to be.
because it's me and i don't do anything the right way...like....ever. so...it's a journey. i'm holding it with an open hand.
Well, this is very disjointed. I shouldn't write in the morning. i need coffee.
Nick got Rollerblades last night. I'm a little bummed because i was going to buy them for him for his birthday...but now he has them so we can go on some adventures.
but right now. he's like Bambi when he's learning how to walk...so I've calling nick "the young prince" since last night.
I'm the only one who thinks it's funny.
just shut up.
whatever. I'm gonna wear my ANCHOR SCARF today and forever.
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