I live in my room at Mills now. I can see the San Francisco bay from my window and this evening the sun painted the horizon a milky orange that matched the juice in my cup, which I sipped as I watched the city yawn into the night--then rise to life.
My foot is covered in mosquito bites from a hike Zak and I took through a surprise forest nestled above a street riddled with an interesting assortment of folks. The bugs bit three times. And I got stuck in a tree and almost fell off a hill. But it was a glorious adventure.
Excitement coursed through my veins as I moved to school, anticipating the poetry I'd write and the friends I'd make and the closeness to Zak.
Thus far, I underestimated the glory of having him so near. I can see San Francisco from my window. I can drive 15 minutes and arrive at his doorstep.
Praise God for opening doors. And now I live on a mountain surrounded by haunted looking buildings and crooked paths that lead to secret gardens.
My latest prayers circle around my job-less state. May He knock my pride down a few notches so I can humbly serve any need.
1 comment:
I feel completely imprisoned by Disney; as I read through this entry I had the Aladdin song ripping through my head. Oi. PLEASE, for the LOVE, do NOT title your blog with DISNEY SONGS. (wow, is that a big, red button, or what?)
...Have I mentioned...
Having you here is a bit like being on a magic carpet. Hehe.
Post a Comment