Christ-mas..translated roughly to Christ-more......?

Time: 4:39 a.m
Location: Muncie, IN. More specifically, my mom's apartment.

Latest endeavor: Flew alone
Status: Completed.

Next mission: To drive 2 hours to Middlebury to make the bus to 3DYC
Status: En Route

This has been one heck of a Christmas, I must say. A friend of mine wrote on his blog about how he enjoys traditions when it comes to Christmas, the lighting of the Advent Candle, having Christmas with the nuclear family and how last years Christmas was the same as the year before and so on and so forth.

I read it and got a little angry. Mostly for the fact of I had all of that, the nuclear family, the traditions, the presents wrapped neatly under the tree. But this year has been very different for me. My dad lives in South Carolina in a house no bigger than my apartment. My mom lives in an apartment at Ball State. She's a full time student there and has hopes of going to Italy sometime within the next two years. My brother lives in Florida and he works at Disney as a Marine Mechanic. And I'm in Northern Indiana, going to school at a small, private Christian College, with a major that will never land me anything resembling a job of worldly status.

Needless to say, my nuclear family exploded and anything that resembled tradition is now dying with radiation poisoning.

But that's ok. You become flexible. You fly several hundred miles, if only to see a loved one for three days. You accept presents under the tree suddenly look like packages sent in the mail, or come in the form of a two-way plane ticket to see the previously mentioned loved one. You decorate a tree with a family that's not yours, but has invited you into their home, simply because the love of Christ brings people together in ways no one quite understands. You spend a few days with your mom who drives your butt all over, just so you can make it to the airport and just so you can make it to 3DYC on time. You begin to understand LOVE.

Weak and Weary

These last two weeks have all
but wiped me out.
By far the hardest
I've worked all semester.
I have never looked forward
to a break as much as I
look towards this one.
It's so close.
I am weak.
I am weary.
Sweet escape, winter break by thy name.
What keeps me going?
You. Thank You.
for Truth
I am weak.
I am weary.
This road has never been emptier.
The dust all but chokes me.
But sweet, sweet release, the water that flows,
flows abundantly.
It cures. What?
Everything.
Sweet.
Sweet.
Release.

Upon Being Clean Shaved

Compliments: "You look like Ben Folds"

Insults: "Dave is no more"