blogs

i keep stumbling upon these random blogs that solely outline the bloggers day. simple, straight-forward accounts of what they did that day... and some people out there lovveee it. so strange.

anyway, i say this because the other day i posted about the healing-of-sorts that has taken place on our roof via daryl, pipe, and conversation. to my surprise i heard from a number of friends (and someone i don't know) regarding that post. they said things like - "i really needed that," or "that reminded me of a place of refuge i have," or "that inspired me to take out my pipe."

fun.

anyway, i thought i'd mention something else (and i promise to never blog like this again - hehe). yesterday evening i spent a few hours with my friend todd at the coffee exchange. he talked, i listened, we laughed, we talked about music - it was divine in the simplest most profound of ways.

then daryl, todd and i went to the infamous wickenden pub, had a guiness, talked, and watched the red sox. )the guiness tasted odd)

finally, today, which had its brutal moments, found me back at the exchange taking time to pray, journal , and write letters. i spoke with a man i had never met before about pianos, journaling, love, and prayer. it was just...right. we also waxed romantic about this wonderful street (wickenden st) - watching people in there cars watching us drinking coffee.

i also had some great time of prayer. for the people in my life, and for the horrible things that i heard were going on oversees today from two people who were sitting next to me at the exchange debating the sudan and the iraq war as they read the ny times editorials.

i'm going to dinner now....haha...this is so narcissistic. I'm done. but hey, maybe a few more words about how i've been carried the last day will help again.

maybe not.

bye. pray. trust