His shoulders.

Dear Fleur.

I am making a story about a marching band and a girl and chocolate covered cranberries. I don't even like cranberries.

We are stuck in Eugene for a while it looks like. We might even miss Thanksgiving. Who knows. We'll see. Maybe we'll be driving home that day. Ria and I can pretend in the car or something. Would you care for some make believe sweet potatoes? Rightttttt.

I bought myself some yellow shoes to make up for all of it. I guess that kind of works. I promise to wear them out. And one things for sure, I'll never forget where I got them.

Today I was sad. Well, this afternoon at least. I was thinking about how stupid humans are. And why we do the things we do. And how pointless our whole existence is. Then of course God knocked me in the back of my head and said,

your existence is not pointless.

And I was a smart aleck and said,

well then why am I here? What is my purpose?

And then He said,

I do not create purposeless beings. I make everything for a reason. And if the reason I made you is so that you can sit on a kitchen floor and sing a song about my back and shoulders,
then you have a purpose.
I felt kind of dumb after that. God usually does that to me. Makes me feel dumb. I think it's a humility issue.

I was reading Exodus 33:18-23. When God won't show Moses his glory and instead shows him His back. I sang a song about it today. I made it up. And it was only beautiful because it was about the Lord.

Sometimes,
Christianity is so ridiculous.

I love it.

Praying for the snow to melt. And Jesus to teach me more.
Love Bella.