I’ve been thinking more and more about what Lindsay posted a few weeks ago, and I’m totally on board with her thought that emotions peak when it’s past 11 pm.
And right now, that emotion is love. I love life. I love leading Younglife, I love Patrick Henry kids, and I love my campaigners. They, meaning a group of teenagers, made the decision that, as a whole, they were going to be sober as a group. Like…..WHAT?!?!? How amazing is that. I cried. I was so freaking proud in that moment as a spiritual leader of those guys and girls. God is good.
Also, I love my mom. She’s been so awesome and strong this past year so finally seeing her get back to full health and happiness is a total blessing. God is good.
Not once but twice my eyes shot to my phone in the passengers seat. The moonlight had shone through the window at just an angle perfect enough to shine a reflection into the corner of my gaze. Ecstatic, my hand flies to the phone, only to realize that the moon has toyed with my already flustered heart once again.
Hey was that gay? I sort of like the tone and style. Poetry and rap aren’t too different. But Robert Frost never wrote about his cousin getting shot….
Love is patient…..