pushing up the kickstand of my brand new bicycle in the empty parking lot (cause:springbreak) was just the beginning. i mounted my set of wheels and deeply breathed in the crisp march air and began to ride on nashville's music row. i forgot how freeing (and like a child) things like swinging, bike riding, and eating animal crackers are. i know they were all a part of my life (the main part) when i was little--why did i decide that i was too old for things? i'm not (never will be). and playing frisbee and playing in the rain is not below me.
as i laid in bed last night i began to think about how amazing (and challenging and growing) of a time my friends have been having lately. my high school church just got back from panama and some of my closest friends are in juarez, mexico (language barrier and all). our college is in pensacola, the applachian trail, new orleans, and new york. and that's just it. i know my job right now is to spend my nights in prayer (what great conversation). it's hard to be on this end sometimes. to just know that things are happening and experiences are making life-impact, but to be physically blind to it.
i am so jealous of my time with God lately. it's fun to look back just a few months and to (like a best friend) be able to talk about different nights where it's just been good. good talks. good lessons. and crazy peace. i should be scared about my (ever-changing) future plans. i should be anxious about my friends traveling (on planes) all week. but instead, there's peace. and a smile.
donald miller(through painted desserts):
"everybody has to leave--everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for new reasons. i want to keep walking away from the person I was a moment ago, because a mind was made to figure things out, not to read the same page recurrently."
"i heard once that real love doesn't ask what is in it for me; it just gives unconditionally. it just tries to take the weight out of somebody else's pack, lessen his load, and if it gets reciprocated, that's great, but that isn't what you did it for."
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