05 december:

sitting on a blue plastic chair, by a white desk, using a macbook, with a black lamp, accompanied by the millions of junk compiled around me and i think it's safe to say: hi.

i've read so many blogs today about ones convictions, about ones exposure, about ones deep distress, about ones sheer utter emotional pain. don't get big-headed it doesn't all point to you - whoever you are. one of the greatest highlights of my day was seeing a senior yd-er worship when it wasn't necessarily the designated 'praise & worship time'. joy & andrew were just performing and his eyes were closed and he nodded in agreement to the indescribable beauty that is God. i stood in amazement and followed suit, only because i want that love and adoration for God. at this time of year, i have a bad habit of trying to entertain and please people without considering if i'm pleasing God, and i don't think i am.

sorry, keeping it short & bittersweet


ps.

A mother passing by her daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, “Mom.” With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Mom: It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I’ve been finding real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it’s not only the passion Mom, I’m pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and we’ll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don’t worry Mom, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.

Your daughter, Judith

PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbor’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.