Is something I can’t quite describe or contain in words.
August 2011
Is it supposed to feel like home? Like normal?
I’m not feeling the change yet, but I’m still waiting. I’m waiting for that drop. That plunge into the unknown. That scary, strange, sinking feeling you get when you know you can never go back…
The truth is… it still feels like home. Like I still haven’t left. Like any moment my dog will come waging into the room with a loon in her mouth.
Even though my mind is telling me things have changed, my body hasn’t understood it yet.
Someone find it a dictionary, I don’t want to be living in a land where I don’t speak the language.
Lost are saved, find their way
At the sound of Your great name
All condemned, feel no shame
At the sound of Your great name
Every fear, has no place
At the sound of Your great name
The enemy, he has to leave
At the sound of Your great name
Fall on my knees, fall on my pride
I’m tripping over all the times I’ve lied
I’m asking please, but I can see in Your eyes
You don’t need tears for alibis
It’s true what they say
Love must be blind
It’s why You’re still standing by this sinner’s side
In everything I do,
to be focused on you.
…is that even a word?
Either way, its true. Life is changing, but it doesn’t feel changed. It’s like I’m waiting for the progress bar on a download to finish. And the bar is only at 47%.
I think I’ll need a strong connection to God for this change… or the internet is going to crash my download.
- Soldier: What you doing?
- Nurse: My rosery.
- Soldier: I'm Jewish!
- Nurse: So. You believe in God?
- Soldier: Yeah...
- Nurse: Same guy!
This change.
Not yet.
I can think about it. Dream about it. But it’s not real.
Not yet.
Not for me.
Tomorrow… maybe it will be.
In one sense… my life is going to get better.
In another sense… I don’t know how I’m going to survive.
Nice headphones.
Good headphones.
I’m going to miss you headphones…
- Dude in movie: You can do more than start a car.
- Me: Like start an airplane.
- My brother: Or a war!
With realism (haha, bet you thought I was admitting to my craziness!).
When I write, if what I write doesn’t feel real, I’m just not happy with it. Even though I love writing in a fictional and fantastical, everything has to make sense. Fictional and fantastical sense.
Make sense?