does the drop in space know its place, in the ocean it's about to join?
is it aware it's suspended in air?
falling towards its destiny, the greatness of the sea
the deep overwhich your spirit hovered
the world, it once covered
banished by your promise and a rainbow
redeemed to bring life to all of us here below
another example of your power
everything touched by it, every flower
we are the clay, you are the potter,
wet this wheel with your living water
Two of my friends, Ashley Stringer, and Jake Willingham recently, (Valentines Day of course) got engaged. At first, I must admit I was skeptical of the whole thing, (I believe muttering the word "morons" under my breath). Being that their wedding date, August 11, is just about their one-year anniversary of actually meeting each other for the first time, I think they've been dating for a grand total of three months now. But anyway, now when I think about it more, I am so happy for them, there's no doubt in my mind that they were always meant for each other, and their story is so beautiful. So, I'm sorry for calling them morons now, because more than anything, I want what they have, and the beauty and the peace and joy that is so prevelant in their relationship is something rare in couples of any age.
This was taken moments before the beginning of the "Love Me Two Times" shoot, and is one of the last images of that rug ever to exist, it's also odd there's a couch in the middle of a dirt road.
Anyway, V-Day has retreated for another year, and as usual there are things to think about. This year, though turned out to be wonderful, and I don't think I've gotten that many valentines since elementary school.
And yes, that's the same hill, before it was burned.
"Oh no, she said, you can't just say any old thing to the wind, only the deepest secrets will do. And also you must not use the letter i" -ba
Well I think it's time for a rant. So here goes.
Sometimes I just wish that I was one of those people who didn't have any desire to get married, so I could just run away and become a scuba instructor and live out my days looking for pirate treasure in my spare time. I just get so sick of all the crap that goes along with being this age with everyone trying to find a mate. On the surface we're all just a bunch of friends who have a ton of fun together, and everything is great, but beneath the surface are a bunch of boys and girls, note that I do not say men and women, with all the vagaries and ambiquity of hormone crazed teenagers. Oh how I cherish the few completely plutonic relationships I have with girls, how wonderful it is to know where you stand without all the confusion of wondering what she really thinks about me, or hoping that she doesn't take something the wrong way. Hoping that my intentions are clear, though really, there is no way they could be, because half the time I don't even know. But I guess there's no avoiding this in the end, it's the way God made us, more for his entertainment than anything else I think. Ah well, it will all be worth it in the end, and when all the couples finally shake themselves out of the confusion, it will be a good day.
...And as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, so shall your God rejoice over you.
I'm a 20 year old Photography major at Appalachian State University. I want to serve God with my life. Whatever that turns out to mean.
