the glory and the horror

I was in Houston last weekend, hanging out with old friends, like Ricky, Andrew, Dave, Olen, BJ, Joe, Lindsay… It’s good to be around old friends. I just wish I had more time down there. I didn’t get to see Scotty, but I’ll try to make it down there at least once more before he leaves for Malaysia. Man, he’s one jet-setting dude now that he’s working.

I got to see the Snellers while I was in Houston though, and that was a real blessing. It was an incredible joy just to be with them, to talk to them, to pray with them. It was almost like old times. I know it can’t be exactly like last year, but it was so encouraging to know that we really connected. Daniel is crawling and can imitate speech like no other toddler I’ve ever heard, and Jonathan is a mover. He’s all over the place, and they both love smiling, and they seemed to take to me pretty readily. I’m not sure that they recognized me exactly, but they sure didn’t seem afraid of me. I can’t wait to see them in a couple of weeks.

I might have a roommate next year finally. We’ll have to see. Keep on praying.

Speaking of praying, I think I’ve been more consistently and sincerely praying my heart in recent days. I’m not sure what it is, but I like it.

Reese was in Italy from Saturday through Thursday to see Jenn, and I think it was an incredible time for him. I’m so happy for him – the surprise wasn’t spoiled, and he sounded like he had a spectacular time. I can’t imagine how fun that must have been for him I’m jealous. He got to go to Italy for a week!

It’s almost tax time again. Sheesh. It’s always so stinking complicated to do taxes when you’ve got tons of loans and random things like that. But you gotta do it for financial aid.