So I’m alive.

On my way home from Sarah’s play a car cut me off on my bike and I almost crashed, but I’m alive and nothing’s hurt. I came about two feet away from his bumper after holding on my brake for about 15 feet. I don’t think he even realized, and it doesn’t make him a jerk, it just makes him inconsiderate and wrong.

Ehah. John made me feel bad the other night for changing, for not lusting for glory. (Not his words.) I felt regretful for a moment, and tonight at Sarah’s play the same subject was brought up (not relating to spirituality) and I still have a purpose, I just have no idea what it is now.

I wish I could have a relationship with this girl who could not be perfect (because no one is) and I don’t really know how well we get along and BUT WHAT I DO KNOW IS she’s got a very pure heart, and she smiles a lot. So I’m interested. She’s human. What I mean is, she could very well feel uncomfortable if I ever told her, and I can’t be upset about that. I’m alive.

I’m going to pray. Hope you’re doing well. Really!