| | It's been so long since I've written anything...doesn't mean I've forgotten how to write, I hope. I love school; it's more than I could've ever hoped for, ever asked God for. I have wonderful friends in Waco and I feel like I'm not stranded like I've felt before. There is love here for me, love that fills up all those empty spots that had been made vacant by the lack of those I'd become a part of in Odessa. Isn't it funny that wherever I'm not I call home? When I'm in Odessa, I talk about going home to Waco, and when I'm in Waco, I talk about going home to Odessa. I suppose that wherever I'm not, and wherever I feel like I'm missing something becomes home for that moment. I've rediscovered my love for writing. I'd forgotten it in the hodge podge of music here at school. I love school, still, and haven't forgotten at all how magnificently God orchestrated it all so I'd get the privilege of coming here. I've begun writing some poetry (I never thought that would be an outlet, for some reason, but it has definitely become one of my methods of catharsis, and I'm glad for it) as well as short stories. My novels will take a while, but I can take on small scale works in the meanwhile. Someone asked recently, what has God done in your life? Well...here's the answer. All of my being is filled with gratitude because he has given me life. He has given me cold weather, warm weather, apples, friends, embraces, tears, music, silence, sleep, acne, the ability to speak (in languages I didn't think I'd ever speak), the words to say when people need them, a room, feet on which to walk to campus, a church family, more pianos than I can count on both hands, comic relief (squirrels), dreams, nightmares, smells (good ones and bad ones), homework, vacations, a ride on an airplane, a ride on a boat, a dip in the ocean, a kiss on the cheek, eye contact, CD-player, pizza, Rosa's cafe, a ride in a convertible, rain, sleet, a toilet, towels, enough money, words words and words, the Bible, leaking irises, fingernails that need to be cut, blood, garbage disposal, teachers that care, teachers that don't care, parents that never stop caring, a brother, a brother, my magnificent brother, foreign exchange students, the Canary Islands, Canada, Spain, eight hours in a London airport, numbers, laughter, forgiveness, mercy, beauty, love love love love love... This is what he has done for me. :) And I could ask for nothing more. Peace and Godlove,
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