Spanish... it's great.
Get me out of high school. I don't want to complain on my blog but I need a little vent-time, too. Every day when Raquel and I go to the cafeteria we fantasize that we are on a college campus. Yes, it's premature and maybe even childish, but our daydreams are so wonderful. She's at State, I'm at UNC. We sit outside and it's sunny and we're chatting with friends or just enjoying the weather, eating our lunch. Or maybe we're out at some quaint little coffee shop grabbing a bite. Or with our girlfriends in someone's dorm, cooking together and laughing. I am tired of high school! But enough.
Sly and I exchanged letters today. They are really long or I would copy them word-for-word, so in short they said: "Dear Sly, I have to tell you about Jesus...[proceed two pages of 'the great commission']" He replies: "I respect what you believe. Right now I don't know what I believe but your faith is admirable and I am learning..." I took heart in the seed-planting aspect. I don't mind so much that I probably won't see the sprout. I think I am growing in this. Hopefully. I wonder what it would be like in college, trying to tell someone about Jesus. Will it be harder? Um.... yeah, definitely, haha.
Ese es por qué estoy nervioso sobre domingo.
The boy I sit next to in English... I am worried about him. Immensely. He trips [not a reference to clumsiness], and I'm afraid I'm going to watch the news and find out that he o.d.'d and is dead. Tonight he said he was taking double what he normally trips. What if he...? What if...? And most of all, why? I fear for him. He thinks it's funny.
El mundo necesita el Padre. Él te necesita, pero no te conoce.
2 comments:
it'll work out great, and if you say something really stupid that causes people to totally hate God, don't worry - they probably won't hate him forever, because eventually they'll die.
i'm giving you a sneaky grin. you can't see it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist on my face.
i'm feeling rather chipper because i nailed down what i believe. i mean, you already know what i believe, and i guess i do too. but i wrote it, in such a way that i could stand on the words without shame or worrying it wasn't right. that makes me chipper, and also the fact that i am just a chipper kind of person. now i'm rambling. do you realize i didn't talk as much before we became friends? i was kind of content to keep my thoughts to myself.
i should stop this talking. stop, self. stop.
ok. i stopped.
IN CASE anybody doesn't know me well...
the thing about making people hate God is totally and completely a joke because me and Kristina talk about God like every day and I'm so proud of her for being so amazing and cool and into God.
i just have a weird sense of humor. and i know that if i had said that to her face, we would have laughed hysterically, cause she would know i was just being crazy.
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