The Life of the Nickness

Dear friend,

I’ve been thinking about you lately, wondering how you’ve been getting by. I have the feeling that you are hurting–Something’s telling me inside. These words are coming down from heaven, I hope they’ll make you realize:There’s so much love He has for you, more than you can comprehend! He is standing at the door, He’s hopin’ you will let Him in. He can wipe away your tears, give you strength to carry on. Through these hard and painful days, He will help you find your way, find your way back home. In this letter of love.

Dear friend,

I wish that you were with me, words come easy eye to eye. But since the distance separates us, let Him hold you when you cry. There’s so much love He has for you and a peace you can’t describe. So that’s why I’m pouring out my heart on this page you’re reading now. What I have I give to you, I can’t keep it all inside. Like a river to the sea, His love is flowing out of me: the love of Christ I share with you in this letter of love.

In this letter of love I’m writing to you I pray you’ll make peace with God and start anew. If you would give him your heart your life would change. He’s reaching out–Yes, God has open arms for you…in this letter of love.

Dear friend,

I’ve been thinking about you lately, wondering how you’ve been getting by. Dear friend, for you I am praying, that you’ll accept the love of Christ.

Dear friend…

My Friend.

I just finished my first rough draft of the invitees for my wedding. I still have to speak with my mom about obscure relatives who are married(so I can include their spouse on the invitation) but the rough count for my side is 101. And thats low-balling it. There’s probably about 20 or so more that have just slipped my mind at the moment.

Wow. You never really realize exactly how many people you’re related to or are friends with until you have to number them all for wedding invitations.

I really miss my friends.

You wouldn’t think that living a little over an hour away would change things that much, but it does.

I can no longer call them up on a whim and meet them anywhere. Driving to Manassas every Sunday for Mosaic is a major gas/money strain that I can’t afford.

I miss the good ol’ days of hanging out in my room watching movies or chillin’ at TGIF.

Sigh. I guess it’s true what they say…

“Change is inevitable - except from a vending machine”

But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.