I could almost hate where Jake and I are... but in a way, I love the conversations. How it's not all about us. But it is so completely and utterly fixed on God. And I understand he'll be like this for a while. But I'm also understanding that I really want to support him. I respect and appreciate him. It doesn't matter what people say. It just matters about God and what he lays on my heart. I really want to listen... so hard. So terribly insane proportions. But I'm not envious. Just in awe. I know where I'd like to be. It's just... making sure I can get there. Taking the necessary precautions. I could put a street sign on where I'm at with God. It would be, "Still Going Rd" or maybe, "Could Be Better Blvd." Or maybe even, "Seeking Street." Only if I had to, but that would most likely entail horrendous corniness of massive proportions. I loveeeeeeee Jesus... oh my goodness. Jake makes good points, even though he does kind of branch off into tangents... but the tangents are methods of applicable situations -- totally necessary for understanding a specific vantage point. I love it. I love a lot of things. And a lot of people. And I'm ready to see what God has for me, Jake, and us. I still can't get over that check from Dave and Hope. So generous. Twenty times my offering. God... you have outdone me. Mrs. Juda was right. And I wasn't going to expect it. I didn't want to. And you throw it in my lap. Why would I ever doubt? It will happen. He provides. He takes away. It's all in the master plan of my Creator. ajfioeajoifejiaowjfaowi. Wow. I should look to God for miracles. For the impossible. But is that placing expectations? My opinion has never understood Him to be capable of less. But should I expect more? He loves to be needed. To be loved. and praised. But He should really ... wow... know my heart. And He does. What a guy. A total comedian. A God of the impossible. I just ... I want to pray my brains out. Goodnight. I think I love.