May 22, 2007
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Maid Nu
is my graffiti name. i bought spray paint. the garage awaits.
random question: if you had a blank wall, what would you write on it? (not that anyone actually RESPONDS to xanga…)
Karianne had a baby. Tristin. yea!
my body is weirded out. i keep thinking it is 5:30pm when it is really 8:30pm or later. this whole getting dark late stuff is great…except it gives me head aches. (in Brasil i live close to the equator–light at 6, dark at 6)
i went shopping for six straight hours yesterday. killer. spending money kills me. seeing all this stuff and wishing i could just levitate the whole store to Brasil…that kills me too. it isn’t fair. isn’t right. and i am going to arrive in Brasil, snap my fingers and say “DARN, i should have bought the blue one!”
everything here is so full of memories. it is like i can’t go anywhere without their ghosts.
have i lost it forever? and what is “it?”
i feel like i am trying to plan God into my time–and He is telling me to drop it all and follow Him.
then i say “for how long?” because i could do that, for a couple days, without losing anything.
and he stays silent because you don’t bargan with God. you don’t set terms. He doesn’t negociate.
and that is scary.
i am learning new things. like it is not just about making sure people are “saved.” it is encouraging them, loving them enough to ask and care that they are walking with God. That they aren’t running away and that they don’t have questions that can’t be asked.
i have been rather social lately. talking on the phone and everything. very surprising. and sometimes i sit and wonder why. or why not. it is just…different. heh.
Psalm 62. in the park. you must try it.
Comments (1)
I respond on xanga …sometimes.
I’d write something like: If I [wall speaking] could talk, I’d be Todd’s herald; If I could bend, I’d bow only to Todd; If I could be Todd, I would (and so should you).