True Pink Love.

One time on Valentine's Day when I was little, my mom dyed our milk pink.
I have always remembered that.
She's a nice lady.

Go Forth With A Warrior Spirit.

Know what I'm gonna see in four days?

This.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And a whole bunch of other awesome.

Want to know the most excellent thing?

The other day, when I parked in the parking deck, written in chalk on the wall in front of me was, "Go forth with a warrior spirit."

It's all I've been thinking about since. And all I've been doing.
Also, we went swing dancing.

EXPLOSION.

Today I will tell you secrets. For extras.

1. I bought jeggings today. How's your mind? Blown?
2. I watch Grey's Anatomy. Don't tell anybody that one. It's really embarrassing.
3. I think Delaware doesn't exist. (Not a secret.)
4. I once had a fight with my best friend that was entirely made up of cheek-pinching.
5. I'm afraid to get old. My grandma told me not to.

I want to have some free reading.

Oh! By golly, I've forgotten to tell you some of the best news.
I've got a Bible study. Hooray!
It is small and lovely. It is made up of my friends Hillary, Rachel, and Emily, and also of me. Others are invited, but they don't usually come. Also, for the record, everyone is invited, I think.
We are reading the book of Radical by one Mr. David Platt.
He's mighty nifty. I like his view of the gospel.
I love these girls, and it has been super cool the last two weeks. It's only going to get  better from here, I tell you.

Have you read The Knowledge of the Holy by A.W. Tozer? (I always want to call him A Dubs Toes. Don't ask me why.) I want to read it. Tonight.
But alas, I will read about Buddhism.

Goodnight, one and all.

On writing.

“If you practice an art, be proud of it and make it proud of you. It may break your heart, but it will fill your heart before it breaks it; it will make you a person in your own right.”

Maxwell Anderson.


It's been a long time since I wrote writing in a spiral notebook.