Psalm 94: 19 (NIV)
More and more often, I find myself pining for the high school days of yore.
Hope for Every Fallen Man by Relient K
A few months ago, I submitted a writing piece of mine, entitled Away She Flew, to my college’s student-publicated arts magazine. I just got back from the staff, and the piece has been selected for this season’s edition! I am so honored, humbled, and thankful to the hard-working people who enjoyed my piece enough to publish it. Much excitement in my place of dwelling this evening, as this will be my first published piece! Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.
Mr. Fred Rogers
Last night I had a dream that I held a conversation with my late grandmother in her pale, messy kitchen. Her dementia was absent as we washed dishes, and my vision occasionally blurred to reveal an otherwise long-forgotten moment, but it always faded back into the familiar kitchen. I don’t remember much of what we said to each other, but I know I told her that I love her, and this is probably the most comforted I’ve felt since her passing into the presence of the Lord.
I wonder what would happen if I got up and walked out right now.