between writing for classes, writing emails, writing real letters (you know, the kind that involve paper, pen, and really expensive stamps), and trying to keep up on posts, i don’t think i’ve ever written so much within such a short amount of time. have i ever told you how much i like writing?
i sat at our school coffee shop, Honeycomb, with my paper and pen and worked on a few letters for lovely people at home. a girl, who recently decided that we’re friends (i don’t know her name but i’m in that awkward position where she knows who i am but i don’t know who she is) came and sat down next to me. we ate my M&M’s and talked about our day. she said it hadn’t been the greatest but after she ran it got better. i said mine hadn’t been the greatest and she wanted to know if i was a runner — running helps her. i smiled and said i’d had to run in school but never really was a “runner” (everyone here runs). what helps me is writing.
i told her that is was especially hard to be away right now. i told her how much i want to be with my family during these few days. i told her that i missed a friend who i wouldn’t see again… until heaven. and i told her of a favorite hymn that i kept humming to myself during our breaks, during my walk, and during my times of studying.
When peace like a river, attendeth my way;
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.