The lost have all come home
I was writing in my (paper) journal tonight and happened to look up a date and make the discovery that I have officially known icywolfang for three years as of this past Sunday. It's just odd to remember that day (that time of life, really)--I think we met at Matt and Kate's RC apartment (Kate was at work, though) and we went and ate at Arby's and discussed what would be my first attempt at running an RPG, which started something like two weeks later. (As a point of interest, I stumbled across the character sheet for Timmy earlier this afternoon. I have no idea why I had it. Those who know: phear.)
That was an odd summer. Heck, these last three years have been odd. No, this does not have to do solely with icywolfang, though he's certainly done his part to make life *cough* interesting. It's just--three years ago, who of us would have anticipated our lives as being where they are now?
And now I'm getting ready to say a partial goodbye to people of that group and fully join another one--I feel like I'm graduating high school and moving into the dorms for the first time again--whatever happened to that best-selling novel I was going to have written by the time I was 18, anyway? What happened to the financial security and a true job? I'm pretty sure I had also planned on being married by now, but that's a side issue--I'll live vicariously through AJ instead. And really, I'm not sure I'd trade my life.
It's just that the will of God is a funny thing. Take Moses, who spent 40 years in the wilderness tending sheep only to spend the next 40 in the wilderness tending the Israelites. Or David, another insignificant shepherd boy who became one of the best kings of Israel. Or even Samson--God used his lusts to bring judgement upon the Philistines. I really wish sometimes that I could see the end of this all--it'd make me somewhat less anxious about the immediate future.
But--first things first, my immediate future involves waking up in 5 1/2 hours, so I should really go to bed...
That was an odd summer. Heck, these last three years have been odd. No, this does not have to do solely with icywolfang, though he's certainly done his part to make life *cough* interesting. It's just--three years ago, who of us would have anticipated our lives as being where they are now?
And now I'm getting ready to say a partial goodbye to people of that group and fully join another one--I feel like I'm graduating high school and moving into the dorms for the first time again--whatever happened to that best-selling novel I was going to have written by the time I was 18, anyway? What happened to the financial security and a true job? I'm pretty sure I had also planned on being married by now, but that's a side issue--I'll live vicariously through AJ instead. And really, I'm not sure I'd trade my life.
It's just that the will of God is a funny thing. Take Moses, who spent 40 years in the wilderness tending sheep only to spend the next 40 in the wilderness tending the Israelites. Or David, another insignificant shepherd boy who became one of the best kings of Israel. Or even Samson--God used his lusts to bring judgement upon the Philistines. I really wish sometimes that I could see the end of this all--it'd make me somewhat less anxious about the immediate future.
But--first things first, my immediate future involves waking up in 5 1/2 hours, so I should really go to bed...