My Hiking Boots Were Not In My Room

Me: Why are my hiking boots in here??

Rebekah: Because I used them for 7th grade camp

Me:... Why are my hiking boots STILL in here?

Rebekah: Because I'm Lazy and Forgetful!!

Rebekah: ......If you want me to be completely honest.....

Grad Party Tomorrow....

The Good News: The family room is getting cleaner!

The Bad News: The cleanliness of the basement is correlated negatively with the cleanliness of the family room, a linear relationship with an r value of approximately -.8.

In other words... The basement is not getting cleaner.

Isn't it Ironic

That the person that makes it easier to breathe....

....Is the one that takes your breath away?

A Letter to my Cousin

Yes. My cousin and I are snail-mail buddies. We have resurrected our 12-year-old selves. Or are in the process of so doing. Sorry, MaryAnne, if you see this before you get the letter itself.... This is actually basically an excerpt...

So you talked about how you've learned a lot about life this year. I feel like I've learned a lot about death. It's just never seemed so close... If someone close to me were to die, I know exactly who I would run to for comfort-- but what if that person were to die? I don't know what I would do...It's a paradox because I actually look forward to death--not that I'm looking to die anytime soon, but I am excited to see people who have touched my life and to try to teach people that I couldn't or didn't in this life. I hope that when friends of mine are taught, they can think of me, and think that I was a rational, reasonably intelligent and happy person-- and that perhaps there's something there-- and give it a shot.

So dying shouldn't be so bad. It's the being left behind that's hard to sort out. I suppose that if you rely on the Lord more than you rely on those around you it should be easier to get through the departure of those around you, but... that's so much easier said than it is done. That takes a lot of work and courage. I think of meeting up at the Tree of Life and looking for someone who just isn't there. But even now, in this life-- how much happier could they be if they would trust, then believe? Of course, I'm not the exemplary believer, but still. Maybe they would be.