I’m ready. Hit me with another late night ramble, bartender. Tonight I got to Skype my dear, dear friends Britt and Taylor. I have decided to call it “Grype” – you know, group Skype. It was nice. I got a side-by-side narration. Pleasant indeed. God has a plan. Mmmm.
Now, as I listen to John Mark McMillan’s voice sing about an adoration for the King of Glory, I feel it. Through my dull headache and developing sore throat I desire for God to “peel back our ribs and step inside of our chests”. Focus, focus, focus. I feel it.
P.S. I get to study Russian as my foreign language here at Biola! I can’t wait to tell Scott (any Linfield readers should understand…)! Oh dear. I hope I will be good at it. Prayer, right? That stuff really sticks.
I need sleep, but I want to be poetic.
“You can’t always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes, you might find,
You get what you need.”
Yeah, yeah.
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