22

So, I'm older than when I last posted. I celebrated my 22nd birthday on Sunday. I don't know how much this really matters to me. Time has had a way of blurring due to the realities of my life in the last year.

I thoroughly enjoyed having five days in a row off. I should do that more often! I rented a car and drove through the mountains all day on Saturday. It was beautiful. Just me, my younger brother, some great tunes, good conversation, and beautiful scenery. I should do that more often too.

Saturday night I drove myself to a parking lot that has become a favorite place of mine. I sat in the dark, looking over the city lights, watching planes land, listening to music, thinking and journalling. It was a special time. Just me, and my journal, and God. I didn't have much to say to Him, I said it quickly, and then just sat, finally quiet with Him. It wasn't anything that was stunningly profound, just time away, time to regroup, to focus some thoughts.

I have more questions than answers. I wonder if I'll always be that way. I have more wounds than cures. I hope I won't always be that way.

I had a conversation with a good friend last night, sharing honestly with him the depth of pain and desperation in which I have found myself this last month. He said something that made me pause. He said that maybe this is a good thing, because now, I desperately need the salvation of God - that I am learning the meaning of daily salvation. He might be right.