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is coming soon?
i haz tenchincal problemz.

the slums of mathare valley are probably my favorite place in the world right now.
I've been to Europe, Canada, a good part of the United States.
But something even more amazing than the beauty of God's creation is the beauty of his constant formation of our lives. Not only this, but the fact that the end result of this formation has been planned in advance for us. I am so incredibly thankful for the relationships built stronger on this trip, the people I've come in contact with, and the sights that have humbled me forever. No one can be the same person after working in the Mathare slums.

I have learned how to LOVE.
not only those who are hurting and broken, which is completely necessary, but even stranger still, the things I learned about love translate so amazingly into my everyday life. I am so in love with the one who created it. I am in love with those whom he created in his image, and I am in love with his creation that we walk and trample on every day. The magnitude to which Christ poured out love on this trip, in seemingly the darkest place imaginable was miraculous to say the least.

I regret that blogspot only allows approximately 5 pictures per post, but I'm trying to work on that right now.

also, my anxiousness increases, as i ponder the idea of debt at 20 years of age, art school in a different state, being away from the people who invoke great feelings in my life. My dad, his eyes got red, today i helped Karin move, and i became sad. as i spoke with Bekah last night, my loneliness crept into my brain, as if it's hands molded my thoughts. Jon, i love, yet i can't help but feel this joy.
i pray that i'll see you.
i pray that you won't just find someone else.
the beginning of my life.
i want to call it something else.



while i think of ways to fix this imaging conundrum
here's a little stream of consciousness:

as i drove
my mind was elsewhere, missing turns and turnoffs
inconsequential.
for now i love, and it is
the best
Love.
let me speak to you
let me tell you that you can look over my shoulder
whenever you'd like
you can make my phone vibrate
when ever you'd like
(because everyone knows i never let it ring)
your face
your eyes
i seem cliche

i feel like i can't leave.
but i need to.
God, this is the hardest thing i've done.
should i let you read my mind from over my shoulder
as my fingers fap fap on the message board i call the screen atop my lap?

i would love to scream from the unfinished rooftops
in the cold
in the rain
that i love you
and i don't want to leave
and this
this makes it even harder
because i know the in one way
there is a mutual feeling.
i hope i've instilled more hope in you.
decorate my life
Lord, make me whole
remove my black gloves

I love her, and him and Him, and they.

i must

find bruce wayne.
and his pet rock.
bart.

please help me.