GROWTH!

Last night I was at the beach, and it was midnight or close to, and the stars were so bright there; I’d never seen so many.

I came across a piece of driftwood that I’d seen earlier that day, and I picked it up to write with it and I realized it used to be a Christmas tree.

Which was a good thing, because I was planning on writing something to God in the sand — before I go on, I need to tell you what I think of the ocean and the beach.

The ocean is huge and unfathomable. Beaches get to sometimes experience the mystery of the sea washing upon its shores, but keep in mind it is only a glimpse — the ocean is unfathomable to the beach as well, and a lot of beaches don’t even care that much. Sometimes when it storms it hurts the beach, and the ocean starts to erode on it. The ocean isn’t angry, no; the ocean just loves wiping across the sand, and it uses the closeness that storms bring to recreate the surf, to carve it and make it what nature had always intended. Oceans do not like seawalls; seawalls make it sad. The ocean cannot erode a seawall, and all a seawall does is destroy the beach it is meant to protect.

Don’t be scared. Erosion is okay.

So I took the burned remains of the Christmas tree and wrote in the sand: GOD WOKE ME UP! and I danced all around the beach and sang Sufjan Stevens to God and prayed and humbly asked for the gift of tongues.

I talked to Manda tonight, and I thanked her for telling me I was being judgemental, and I told her

me: manda, the last time we were friends the main thing that i did wrong was i didnt love you like i should have

and she said

her: no one ever does.

Wait for a second. And then

her: dont feel bad

Then I said i dont anymore

but

i do love you

And she said thank you, ive missed you

That made me really happy.

i missed u too.