There is Something to Be Said for Unlimited Texting...

  Can I just say that I really like where I am in life? I really do. Sure, there's things I am impatient for, and things that aren't as easy as I wish, and I really wish I had a job... but God is just really working in my life. I can see Him everywhere, and I can't be more grateful to Him for loving me so much that He is active in my life. And whether He is giving or taking away... telling me yes or no, I know that He is creating something beautiful out of my life... that He's in control, that He has the big picture.
  My pastor once said that we are God's work of art, that we are like His poetry or His painting. That struck a chord in me, I understood what he was saying, because I love to create poetry, I love the feel of the words coming together like beads on a necklace, creating something that draws the eye and is beautiful. I have a special affection for my creations... the pictures I make with the words. And so how much more must God feel for us... His creations... His works of art.
  I can know that in my life, I will follow where God leads me, that where He wants me is the only place I want to be, because that is where my heart is... where He is. I am just so thankful that He has brought me to this place, because I never could have gotten there on my own. He truly is the air I need to breathe.
  So, on another note, things are still going good between this guy and I. We are keeping things friendly until a certain birthday occurs. I appreciate his willingness to wait and to do things right. He's respectful of me and I appreciate that. I look forward to what God has for us in the future.
  To close, here is a poem I wrote the other day:

You Can Shape the Silence with Your Hands

 

You can shape the silence with your hands

Into whatever you want it to be

And you can change the words around  

To fit your meaning-

Or lack thereof-

Behind your eyes;

Watch out, the emptiness you cling to

Is your disguise.

And words, what more are they

Than empty, antiquated ships?

Unless you breathe life into them

Then it's "nothing" that you say.

And love, it doesn't last,

Forever's no longer forever,

And forever was broken in half

By the way hearts don't want to beat

And be who they

Were made to be.