I find it funny - this journey that I am on.  Quite adventurous, a little bit hopeful, every now and then discouraging, but mostly magical...  I wish I could formulate reasoning of why God sees me at all sometimes.  I am clueless.  Scared.  Naive and oblivious.  Yet, inconceivably an absolutely loved.  I still have trouble wrapping my finger around that one.

I wonder what He will do with me now having had this beautiful adventure.  I wonder what this particular journey has been preparing me for.  Hmmm.  Do you think it's possible to be a grown-up and a child all at the same time?  I think there is a very fine line...I pray I never cross that line.  I hope I am always seeking God and His wisdom above what I think is my own.

Mark Bucanon says so eloquently, "The worst consequence of losing our imagination is that we no longer see the Christward way of life as an adventure."  I have come to realize - Christ's adventures are always so much cooler than my own...

Mark Twain once said, "Avoid people who belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that. But the truly great make you feel as though you, too, can become great."

Okay, then.  So everyone in my life has to be great.  That's the only explaination. 

That's me.

I guess I'm always thinking one step ahead.

Like...a carpenter.  Who makes stairs.

I can't do this...  screw everyone who ever told me that I could.

God, please teach me something through this.  Please, let Yourself be glorified through this...abstructed chaos.