Snippets (spring break is over)

last week //

I’ve been approached twice now while reading Forgotten God by Francis Chan — once by a mechanic while I was waiting to have my car inspected, and again by a young woman on campus who smiled and told me she prayed that God would speak truth into my life through this book.

The sad in my chest is gone; how could it stay when the sky is so blue and the sun is so warm?  I do believe that spring is here, and I’m 100% convinced that it is magic.

I’m in Palacios right now.  We’re writing before Lindsey has to go to work, and I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do while she’s there.  There’s the coffee shop, or the YA section in the library, or the park, or the bay, or the loft at the house.  And I’ll probably end up bouncing from place to place, not getting anything done, because this weather has me dancing and restless.

We’re setting up our Camp NaNo accounts.  Yeah.  I’m doing that again, but customizing the goal to 20,000 words for the month, since we’ll be finishing that up right around finals.

IMG_1779I keep getting caught up in life, distracted from finishing my blog posts.  Which is frustrating because I lose my train of thought before it’s written out all nice and neat in well0structured sentences, but I figure it’s more important to live life.  So now I’m on pause, sitting on the couch next to my mutt while my parents watch one of their binge-shows, thinking about La-La Land Wednesday night with Giselle.  And how beautifully heartbreaking that show was.

I just got home earlier from Palacios.  I’ve spent the last two and a half days skating through the pages of a YA trilogy, padding barefoot through the construction zone that is the Big White House, and riding shotgun to just about every store in that little heaven by the sea.

It was a good two and a half days, spent chatting about our stories and heartaches and fears and joys.

So now — or, rather, tomorrow — all that’s left of the holiday is church, a baby shower, and (hopefully) some time with the guy group.  (hopefully) I’ll get to finish a novel I’ve been working on reading for the last week, and (hopefully) there will be a last round of coffee at BNB on Monday morning before I drive back to Houston to finish out this helluva semester.


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