As Mattie Montgomery once told me, "If I'm tired, I need more of Him." And when I asked if he had trouble sleeping he told me, "Yeah sometimes. But I can sleep when I'm dead." He said this with a quirky, simplistic, and wise smile on his lips. I laughed at my own oblivious question; it was insignificant. He had such a simplistic answer. I can sleep when I am dead.
For this reason, I've alive. I've been given breath! Stay awake, alert, aware; the kingdom is coming. Keep busy, rest, seek. Seek. Seek and serve. Be here.
I can only see about half a step ahead of me. I don't know where I am going.
Looking back, even then I wasn't sure where I was going, yet here I am. Looking back I couldn't have been alone. Therefore looking forward, I won't be alone either.
We had a heavy rainfall last night and today. Despite the clearness after the rain, it's still rather cloudy over the city.
Jil and I took a peak at the stars tonight. I didn't know them. But I know people who do, people who see the same stars. And that's comforting to me. One of my dearest and oldest college friends now lives in Sydney. I'm nowhere there, but it's still the same hemisphere. Everyone else seems so far.
Goal: to see the southern cross constellation before I leave this hemisphere.
Fire... fall down, Fire.... fall down.
I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier... I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier.
The Chilean life is good. I definitely live here now. I will live here for two more weeks and then the roof over my head will change.

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