It's been almost three weeks since we left it, and I'm missing Mississippi and the people and the work. I am wondering about the house; how far along is it? Is the family getting more excited?
Do they know the impact they've had on us? There is one person in particular who showed me that there are good people in the world, and that those good people can care for me, not knowing my story or anything really, other than that I am a person, too. This person cared when everyone else pushed me away or didn't need me. Small wonder that I miss this person.
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Some days I feel like conversation becomes about nothing. The weather; the classes we are in; our homework. So often we talk about the mundane that we forget to question and search, and try to find the sublime. There is so much more to explore. Are we so small-minded that we don't strive to speak of something more than nothing? The plain parts of our lives are significant, somehow, but I want to hear the secrets of the heart. I want to share in pain, laughter, and those moments of quiet longing for Heaven. I want to be vulnerable and I want others to be vulnerable. I find myself wishing for Mississippi because there was conversation that was about more than the weather, more than the classes and homework. It was meaningful. It was real. And it showed me what's been missing in my life.
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just some thoughts.
Monday, April 4, 2011
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