Drink the water.

Just got home from driving in the rain. It was a different experience. My shoes are ruined, I think, they were half filled with water, and I prayed (or at least just asked for safety and drove slowly, especially around curves). Near the end it stopped raining, and the whole world became a calm.

Whence I got home, I got a call from Kyle telling me that he was tripping balls and that him and his friends had figured out that God was a frog. (He was at the beach. I feel like I was too, actually.) I had a nice time at Sarahs. I like her smell, I like her moves. 🙂

Sometimes — lately because Im calm a lot, not much effects me right now (less to write about, too) — I dont have many feelings, but tonight I did. Tonight I loved Sarah. Tonight I felt pricks of rain consistently hitting me everywhere. When the rain stopped, what I meant by it becoming a calm I could actually hear it all. I heard you sleeping, I heard you laughing, I heard the air cuddling with me.

I was hoping it would talk to me, but of course it didnt. Thats okay though, mystery keeps relationships alive.

I bet theyre running on the beach against the wind, or theyre just staring at the sand. (And its moving.) Im moving in about a week. That should be some sort of experience. Im moving in with three guys, and I have my own bathroom.

The Lord is like sea water to me, and I am a small beach, I make up a part of all beaches, but I am small, and he washes up on me.

And then back.

It feels so good, its soothing. Like a rocking chair, I believe. I think maybe, people talk about (and I agree) when youre really down, when youre rock bottom, thats when its like Gods not there. C.S. Lewis wrote that really youre just not really listening. He also talks about how those points when youre at your weakest He uses to call your name.

When a tidal wave is about to hit, it recedes for miles, yeah? Sarah says that. yeah? at the end of sentences. Shes a beautiful beach, and you know it.

Well I guess thats all.

And God said, Ribbit, and there was light.

– Genesis 1:3

Hey you! I should have had water last night! Haha. What a bad night. I love reading your diary. You’re so poetic Mr. Strong. We must hang soon! Love always,

I have been reading your last few entries and I have to say you inspire me, so I would like to give you a little inspiration. Read Neitsche if you haven’t already, I believe you would find his inquiries on the origin of the words “good” and “bad.” Seems right up your alley. I can’t seem to remember the title of this particular article but put Neitsche on shuffle and you will like any of it.

and the lord said, let there be flies. and there were flies. and they were good to eat, yea, and pleasing unto the tastebuds. ~maria