Live from home and my new laptop
Yes, I am home!!! And let me say this one thing
I like a girl.
I am in love with a girl.
I love her also.
I adore her.
I have fun when I'm with her.
I am mesmerized by her.
I worry about her.
I want to help her.
I want to buy her clothes.
I want to buy her great dinner.
I want to carry her burdens.
I cry when she cries.
I hope we are together for a long time.
I wish the best for her.
I want to help her live life.
I want to see her go far.
I want to be with her when she goes.
This life I am in now...it is amazing. I saw this lovely girl the night I arrived. We saw eachother. We hugged for a long time. We kissed. It was the first kiss I ever had that was not driven by lust. It was right. When she used those words, I smiled. Because it did feel right. As I drove away, I praised God with such a heart of thanksgiving. I cannot understand the stupid ideas that possibly good people have about us. I went to a pastors house for dinner last night with alot of kids there. Two did nothing but give me bad looks the whole time. Do I care? No, but I do not want Whitney to deal with that crap. She doesn't need it. But Lord willing we can surge through it.
Praise God. Praise the Killer of the Moabites. Praise the destroyer of the Caananites. Praise him who sent his son to die. Praise him who sees in every direction. Praise the watcher of the sparrows.
PRAISE HIM
I like a girl.
I am in love with a girl.
I love her also.
I adore her.
I have fun when I'm with her.
I am mesmerized by her.
I worry about her.
I want to help her.
I want to buy her clothes.
I want to buy her great dinner.
I want to carry her burdens.
I cry when she cries.
I hope we are together for a long time.
I wish the best for her.
I want to help her live life.
I want to see her go far.
I want to be with her when she goes.
This life I am in now...it is amazing. I saw this lovely girl the night I arrived. We saw eachother. We hugged for a long time. We kissed. It was the first kiss I ever had that was not driven by lust. It was right. When she used those words, I smiled. Because it did feel right. As I drove away, I praised God with such a heart of thanksgiving. I cannot understand the stupid ideas that possibly good people have about us. I went to a pastors house for dinner last night with alot of kids there. Two did nothing but give me bad looks the whole time. Do I care? No, but I do not want Whitney to deal with that crap. She doesn't need it. But Lord willing we can surge through it.
Praise God. Praise the Killer of the Moabites. Praise the destroyer of the Caananites. Praise him who sent his son to die. Praise him who sees in every direction. Praise the watcher of the sparrows.
PRAISE HIM