breathings...they're everywhere.
just remains of my breath. waHAha!
The stars, they inspire me. They are so strong! So big, so bright!
Love. There isn't a big enough font for love. I don't know how the meaning or the demonstration, let alone the action could be mine. Forgiveness is the same.
Be bold, live a little! Who i am hates who ive been, who i am hates who ive been. I dont know why, it takes so long for me to change.

fly me to the moon and let me sit among the stars let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars...in other words...

PLEASE BE TRUE! in other words i love you!

That Is All.

Hi.
I got your letter. I read it too fast, it wasn't long enough.
Your upset, the tapes were nice though, I liked the second recording a lot. I know, you know its never over. Although with obesity sweeping the nation, fat ladies may be singing sooner and more often. They won't be singing for you. Oh you can sing for me any day! You know if you're never discovered, you'll become a secret I won't ever forget...but if in the instant you become known for who you are, I'm glad for you. If they take you away, I trust you to know better from worse. You've taught me such yourself, and I know your hatred for hypocrisy; so don't change for the worse! And I hope you find her.
-N.
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No, I didn't believe what happened when I read your letter for the first time. I'm still a little unsure. Its a crazy claim! I didn't know what to do with the photo. I keep it in my bedside drawer in one of my books, what if someone finds it, how do I begin to explain it? I don't understand why you brought me into this after what happened in that second exhibition, but I am very glad you did. And how on earth did you manage to get from England to Scotland so fast without a visa? What have you done? What are you doing? I have booked a flight to you for next week. I have found most of the information you requested. Who else have you told? Maybe I should get an earlier flight, I fear I might die of insane curiosity and contradiction. So this is life? Chasing a crazy, possibly imaginary theory/thing(no not imaginary for the photo claims otherwise...) ...I hope you are not playing me for a fool. I've been challenging my facts of this life and creatures since I recieved your letter. I haven't slept. These thoughts are so taxing and unbelievable I've become both physically and mentally exhausted though I hunger for the truth (which I know will exhaust me just as much as it might assure me). What shall you call it? You certainly can't go around calling it the Lockness monster!
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la la ha ha ha ha!
-loveyouplenty ;)

Mumble humble.

God's capability to totally sweep his spirit and pierce the hearts of the willing is off the charts. I could claim that because you were not there you're idea of Incredible is rediculously low... and you might get defensive or curious, so i won't claim it, because it'd harden your resolve and you'd think "Your young...you don't know the world or any better"
That night.
Those nights.
Totally humbling.

God is the be-all and end-all.
Friends are pillars of strength.
God has given me friends who understand me. Blessed me with encouragement at the sight of them. I can name a few who have lately supported me so constantly I could have taken them for granted. JOSH, ROB, JONAH, PASTA
And I pray that you will see it through us. See the Spirit through us. Dare I say it is more pure now than it ever was through us. Or through me anyway.

To see it happen, to watch a small group of familiar faces totally abandoned in a yearning for the ultimate conviction, ultimate love. Totally lost to love. Lost to loved. Graditude falls so short.

Oh! There are also songs that were written by the youths. Incredibly encouraging songs written by a generation that lacks so much respect. Wisdom does not come with years, experiences do. But a more experienced someone is not necessarily wiser than another with less or different experiences. If you only knew how much more initiative the handful of younger takes than the many older...
(I admit to being of the many older, but hopefully for no longer)

Iloveit. Iloveyou. Ilovehowyouturnthingsintoyourway. Ilovehowyouloveusregardless.
"You loved, you loved a people undeserving."

You know those freak feelings that remind you of the reality and severity of that very active spiritual war? Well that. I am glad it happened... and it might sound cruel because it was not me that felt it, it was her. And it pushed her into panic but it also pushed her and myself closer to the solution: God. I don't want her to feel it again because she appeared in such helplessness that she found herself asking me to pray for her. I do not ever remember her asking such of me.
"I think its gone" is what she said after I prayed for her. God, I hope its gone. Now I'm so wary of this world; this crazy and fun facade compelling us to forget reality. Damn. I will forever be musing about reality.

On a lighter note all is well..as far as I'm concerned. Youth camp begins on Monday. I am going to help out (and witness something of a revolution that will hopefully sweep the church).

What I seek lately is joy. Not happiness, happiness is too fleeting; joy is never so. The image I have in my head of joy is that late night of prayer with journey at my place when we were starting to close, it was about 1am and we couldn't help giggling away some overflowing of crazy love, crazy joy.
That and last year's camp after room 13. We returned to the lesson trying to stifle giggles of who knows why? Something amazing.
And I know some people never feel it. That joy that is so aware, so honest, not anywhere near the drunk sort. Joy, it is a fruit of the spirit. A fruit, meaning it is the blooming result of a root in the Spirit. So then, will those never rooted ever feel anything of joy? (Those out of the spirit can love, can they not? Love is a fruit of the spirit. The same can be said about patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control but I just don't think the same of peace and joy. I don't know why.)
Happiness could be likened to joy, but should not be mistaken for. Right?

Mm, right there. That there is a mark of selfishness. There are more, but I clothe myself as not to reveil them all. I want to be better. I want so much to be like You, to be approved by You.

"The life of the Western world has given each of its children a sense of external power which is in many respects delusive. For not only is such power beyond the capacity of most men to use wisely, but it has a way of slipping from grasp when it is most needed. Above all, even when it can be used, its most resplendent successes fail to satisfy an inner requirement of which mankind has been conscious through all the ages, that which demands of life in at least some of its aspects and some of its moments that it be true, that it be good and that it be beautiful." (Lead, Kindly Light, Vincent Sheean ©1949)

I'm not satisfied living in yesterday's hour. Give me wisdom. Please, wisdom. Give me joy, be my strength! Love you plenty!