Honesty Pants

My dearest Today,

If you were a surfer, your voice would ride smooth waves of Bon Iver's ocean of a voice box. If you were a season, it would be the glorious quicksand I am standing in at this exact moment. 

Bright.

Early morning chirping alarm clocks, also known as birds, raising the sun and those underneath it's shy, eastern glow - right outside the 1x2 foot boyfriend room window. 

Nature's little effort to sing God praises with the sunrise. I will follow suit, my friends. 


I do not think it a mere coincidence that the past two weeks, the weather has been eerily still for the plains. I suppose this is God telling us to soak up each second like fish soak up water. Constant sponges.

Fact:

My swagg improves 100% when I drive around with J.Murph's music bumpin in the stereo. Also, listening to his track "Nathan's Song" is such an inspirational reminder that as a writer, the stories/poems I configure are not always mine, but because of that, they are that much more important to tell.

Dear Monday,
You were Varsity in a JV week.

No rush in time this time, first lifting workout since half-marathon (difficult to drive my car today),  school-wide slip-n-slide (this is Tabor and we are Taborific), scooting around town (literally) - right through campus, honking my Sesame Street Horn, back and forth in front of the caf, (don't be fooled by the immaturity - I am still graduating on Saturday). 

And finally, the chocolate to the glorious whole milk cow: India reunion.
Elizabeth Eliot and straight jackets and talking so loud but laughing even harder.

In a society of Tomorrow's, I'm grateful for Today. 

Otherwise I would have missed the five-year old giggly jostle of Henry Kalluman's laugh. 

I would have missed going home to surprise my mom for Mother's Day and passing her on the way into town (small town problems). 

I would have missed reading through C.S. Lewis's brilliancy of Mere Christianity in one quiet, small-town Saturday morning and I would have missed my out of body experience where I watched my mind blow to pieces because of the greatness of Lewis's gift. 

(Future Note-to-Self: First date question -- "So have you read Mere Christianity?" If the answer is 'No' --- CHECK PLEASE. WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A DEALBREAKER!)

So Today, I am grateful for you.
I am sorry I do not say it enough.
Because soon we are all starting something new
And when it comes along,
Something besides ourselves must change too.   

Love,
Sarah