Hmmm...

I suppose I am rather... belligerent. And I procrastinate. A lot. But hey who's perfect? Other than Jesus. Well? Nobody that's who! I've decided some people are walking the right path but on the side of the path are bushes of fruit. They see the fruit and they eat it. It taste sweet, so they continue to eat it. Then it taste sour and they vomit. After they realize they did wrong they go back to the path they were walking, expecting their companion (which they had completely ignored 'cuz it was His idea to go on this path) to have moved along. But surprisingly, He is still there, waiting. They expect Him to scoff at them and yell "You idiot! Go crawl over there and be done with you!" But He doesn't. He looks at them with compassion. And then they're all blubbering about how they're sorry and they can understand if He wants them dead. And then He says something that seems like it ought to be in a fortune cookie. He laughs dismissively at their childness, and then it hits them, like that basketball one never sees coming. They're forgiven. Then they're filled with this utter gleeful bliss. And they don't even know why He stayed. If you haven't figured out that He is Jesus, um, you need help. I found my self on that path numerous times. The path is long and hard and takes endurance and faith. When He suggested it, you're all like "WOO HOO! Jesus wants to hangout with me. I am so cool." So many times have I surfaced from the cloudy water, nearly drowned, and realized I'm the one who jumped in. I made the stupid mistake to swim with sharks. And then my ultimate Lifeguard, yet again has saved me. You feel like a complete fool! You try to come off as strong independent, when really all you want is a good cry. Crying is so refreshing. I love it. Like when I cried at the end of Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King. Oh, so sad. I think adults should cry more often. And laugh. A good hearted laugh. They work, work, work, and never seem to notice the small joys in life. Like receiving a letter (so what if it's bills? Someone had to put it in the mailbox) or the small marshmallows in hot chocolate (So what if it goes to your thighs?) or non-diet soda. Things are getting better if you can laugh and cry and not be ashamed. I admire the person who really doesn't care if people think they're lame, or if they're cool, or have a geeky lunchbox. That's who I want to be. But since I'm so shallow and vain, it's hard to let people see your true colors. Well that's my serious thought of the day. I really wish we had some Popsicles.

Forever doomed to think about the things most people ignore,
Sincerely,
Holly Or as Andrea and I have put it:
Ylloh Oj Nosikda
Ta Ta for now