RE: Poetry, Taylor, and Granddad's birth

It has been a very long time indeed; I probably wouldn't have slowed down enough to do this if it weren't for Jenny posting something on my facebook, so thanks Jenny. Basically alot of life has happened since that last post and it would take hours for me to write it all out.. I'm taking a poetry class at ACC this semester, it's at the Rio Grande campus downtown, which makes me feel extra cool sometimes but the rest of the time I just feel dumb for ever feeling extra cool haha. But I really enjoy the class and I love being in the city. I realize now how hindered alot of song lyrics are because the writer feels bound to rhyme. The poetry I've heard and read is so beautiful and deep and raw, I want to write songs like that. Words are so powerful, I love that God calls Himself the Word. I pray that He will be in the words I write and that He will seep into the hearts of the people in my class.

I have a girlfriend now! It's really odd when I say that though, because I don't think of her the way I think of other people's girlfriends, like when they talk about them. Just the word girlfriend seems so... insufficient maybe? I'm not sure. The point is, I've been friends with Taylor for a long time, and I feel like we're more like best friends now, which blesses me so much. I could write all about her, but it would take forever, and I wouldn't be able to capture the goodness and the beauty and the depth and the honey that is in her(not actually honey, I mean like pure goodness and sweetness and beauty and just deliciousness for the soul from the Lord). If you read this and you don't know her, you should meet her. But what I will say is that she has a very kind and tender heart towards people, and she makes sure her friends know that they are loved. That really amazes me.

My dad's dad died last week, Granddad. The thing is, he was very shriveled up and hunched over because of scoliosis, and so I have a hard time being sad because as I type he's probably leaping around and remembering how to climb trees and sprinting. I get really excited when I think about what he may be doing right now. And I sort of think it's like being born, because everything is different there. It's like he's been in the womb all his life, and now he is born and he's in heaven and it's not even comparable to here. Which is really exciting for him and for us. "When He returns with trumpet sound, let me then in Him be found. Dressed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne. On Christ the solid rock I stand! All other ground is sinking sand, all other ground is sinking sand!" This is my prayer, Lord. It's all for you. I can't wait!