Eight days.

“There are too many people, too angry at a world that isn’t in the least bit angry with them.”

Today, I was stopped at a stop light on my way to Wendy’s for lunch, and a truck behind me layed on his horn because I didn’t go fast enough for him after the light turned green.  If that wasn’t enough, when I went to turn a few driveways up, he pulled around me and blared his horn again, glaring at me.  I understand a friendly toot to get someone moving, but to lay on his horn like that, twice!  I don’t understand people who get that angry while they are driving. 

I’m not insinuating that this man was angry at the world, as this quote above might impy.  But he was angry and something was definitly going on with him.  I have seen a lot of that lately.  People have holes in their hearts that they try to fill on their own, and can’t.  Our world can be so sad and broken and so in need of Jesus.

I want to show people like that man this picture:

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((It will be alright))

Tonight is Funnel’s bachelor Halo party at my apartment.  I am so excited for him — it seems like they don’t get to do that as much as they used to.  And it is always just me at the apartment, so I am happy that it will be broken in a little bit. 

We had dance lessons on Wednesday before LOST.  We are pretty terrible and awkward… I think I laughed for most of it.  It’s ironic because our first dance is what I am most looking forwad to about the reception. I am in favor of just kind of swaying back and forth and not doing weird cross-over leg things, and foot kicks, and down-up-up, down-up-up’s.  Funnel’s parents were pretty good though. 

A week from tommorow…!!!!!

((I wish you could put your ear up to my heart and hear how much I love you.))

One Response to “Eight days.”

  1. Christy Says:

    I made that picture my wallpaper :)

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