Ridiculous me.

Do you remember when we first met?
I sure do
It was some time
In early September
You were lazy about it
You made me wait around
I was so crazy about you
I didn't mind
So I was late for class
I locked my bike to yours
It wasn't hard to find
You painted flowers on
Guess that I was afraid
That if you rode away
You might not roll back
My direction real soon
Well I was crazy about you then
And now the craziest thing of all
Over 10 years have gone by
And you're still mine
We're locked in time
Let's rewind

Do you remember
When we first moved in together?
The piano took up the living room
You'd play me boogie woogie
I played you love songs
You'd say we're playing house
Now you still say we are
We built our get away
Up in a tree we found
We felt so far away
Though we were still in town
Now I remember watching
That old tree burn down
I took a picture that
I don't like to look at

Well all these times
They come and go
Alone don't seem so long
Over 10 years have gone by
We can't rewind
We're locked in time
But you're still mine

Do you remember?

I'm sitting in the college supposed to be doing my homework. But I was listening to Jack and thinking about Timothy from the Bible, and I can't really concentrate. But it's okay. Because I was almost done my paper anyway.
Mandy is still in math class. Bah. I hate sitting here alone. I was so bored I wrote a piece on kitchens+Sunday mornings+wife and husband+espresso+chasing in bedrooms. And I really liked it. Even though it's really not that great. I just liked it because I'm bored.
There is 2 baked potatoes in my purse. Just so you know.

We talked about Timothy in Church a few weeks ago. I never knew that Timothy was only 15 when Paul came and asked him to come with him. I thought really hard about that. How many parents would let their son go with the crazy missionary who had been running around persecuting Christians only months before? Honestly, if he was my son, I would have said
no.
And that scares me. Because when I think about what I want to do, go to India and start a library and teach children by myself, I wonder what my parents are thinking. They probably think I'm insane. And other people probably think I'm wrong. Isn't that maddening?
The more I think about all of these people in the Bible, and what the Lord told them to do, the more I realize we are all just ridiculous. Faith is ridiculous. Because it doesn't make sense.

Now I have to sew Jenn's button on her coat. And finish my homework and listening to Jack Johnson.
Okay.
Love Bella.