12.02.2004

Franz and the others

Tonight was a good night. I think that tonight, for the first time, I've enjoyed the company of someone. Which is entirely odd because I've been around a good many people, but tonight it was just like I was enjoying God in my presence and someone else, too. It's weird and I don't know if I can put it into words but here goes:

I'm sitting on the couch reading Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller. It's an incredible book that details this guy's journey with Christianity. I really like the way he writes, super easy to read. Anyway, so I'm sitting there reading and I feel like I should be getting up and getting some music together and going outside to talk to God. But I don't. Danielle is sitting on the other couch, just doing homework and the Franz Ferdinand CD is playing. I just sit there and keep on reading.

I'm usually such a private person that any spiritual experience I have I like to go figure it out and work it out vocally by myself. I really enjoy being alone and talking with God about my thoughts. Not a lot of people on this planet understand them or care, for that matter. But God really does. And that is pretty rad. And the best way I know how to talk to him is alone while I'm listening to music. Or not, sometimes. The point is, I really enjoy my alone time because I can withdraw.

But tonight, I really enjoyed just sitting there reading. The concepts in the book were things that normally would have caused me to jump up and run away from people, but tonight I just sat there, listening to Franz and looking at my wife read her thick nursing book. It was incredible. I just felt that God was there, somehow, just enjoying us, too.

Maybe that's how he operates. When we do things that bring us joy, he wants nothing more than for us to see that it was him who allowed for the moment to happen. And for that, I'm grateful to him. Because tonight was really cool. Thank you God, for letting me listen to music and read about faith and sit with my wife and God. You make good times. Good times. Love you, bye.

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