you're amazing.

you're worth it.

will you run this race beside me?

dear jesus,

please keep my heart still as i pray and seek Your face-

don't let it hide away & don't let it get ahead of itself.

hold my heart in place,

in the place where You are.

home is where your heart is-

home is where you'll put your heart, where you'll invest your heart.

jesus left His home to put His heart here, to invest His heart here,

to give His heart to us.

it's different than standing at a window looking in,

it's different than standing in the doorway,

it's different than sitting in the living room and staying for an hour,

it's different than crashing on the floor and spending a night,

it's living there, being there, making it home,

giving it your heart.

thanks alice,

instead of writing my new essay,

i'm spending the night wordle-ing old essays..

and bible passages..

hee,

coolest.

thing.

everr.

:)

your page is dog-eared in my book

and even if someday i unfold that little corner,

and i can no longer readily flip to your page,

no matter how much time comes between,

i will come across your page and see

that crease, that crinkle

that will remember you always.

boom, baby!

full circle,

but different.

though no less enchanting,

the sky is so pretty right now.

i'm tired in the depths of my being and sleep can not hope to reach it.

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it's nice to know that some things don't change.
and even if they do, it's nice to know that you don't want them to either.

i have another idea-
a magical, wonderful, fantastic, ingenious idea.

an idea that is tried and true.

an idea that is our past,

that could our future

if only we make it our present for a night.

maybe it's true, i can't live without you

maybe two is better than one.

but when it comes down to it,

one is better than two-

when two become one.

one night, one world, one us-

we'll make one the least lonely number.

if he were you

things would be different.

but then again,

everything is different in the fantasy world growing in my head.

how does this work again?

what am i allowed to say & what stays in my head, in my heart?

january.

february.

march.

april.

five more days until may.

unless april has thirty-one?

haikus, poetry, words with you, you, you, and you.

cupcakes with you, you, and you.

closer to you, further from you.

black pen, blue pen,

old friend, new friend,

basketball, softball, frisbee,

breakfast, lunch, and dinner,

charmander, squirtle, bulbasaur.

tufts day care! bon jovi! ice cream & nutella!

soundbites, library roof, your room,

first service, second service, third service,

peaches, plums, roses,

apples, oranges, monkeys

fruit basket.

i know,

i make no sense.

but it's okay,

i'm not supposed to.

look, sunshine

no bunnies just yet-

still working on that.