I just wrote a letter to my cousin Chris. He's actually my second cousin (first cousin of my dad), and is more like a distant uncle. He's witty, intelligent, has a great knowledge of art and music, and just celebrated fifty years together with his partner, Bert. He's about the only person in my family that I would take the time to write a letter. He's got solid Yankee values, and about the only thing he won't forgive is bad manners.
God has a wonderful way of forcing us to look at our shortcomings. Sometimes he uses complete strangers, sometimes he uses those who are nearest and dearest to our hearts. I've got a lot of thinking and praying to do over the next few months, which will lead to a lot of thinking and praying over the next few decades. Sometimes I wish I could just put a bookmark in my life, go away for a little while to collect my wits, and pick up where I left off, but of course life doesn't work like that.
Man, I hope I get this job at Walgreens. Who knew that working as a cashier at a drugstore would mean so much to me? Worse, what will it mean to me if I don't get it?
I think I'm going to try staring at the inside of my eyelids for a while, and see what happens.