I thought to myself, “why is dying just a moment, when life is so much longer than that one moment..” Then I also thought, “What if dying was more than a moment, what if it was a few moments, what if the moment of death took time—then I would probably ask why dying can't just take one brief moment..” This is so weird—I know it;s weird to think about but I keep seeing Boston and I keep seeing the color blue. I keep seeing the sunlight and the trees lining the center of the two streets and sidewalks. I see brick buildings. I'm not going to die there am I? There is beauty there but why do I see it all the time? Why do I see blue? Why do I see it.
I know that God's there. I always know that He's there. I just want to touch him. I really want to hug God. What if He would just meet me there on that street while I'm alone. I hope He does—I really do. I want to walk with Him and just talk. I want to just say “is that too much to ask?” But that's stupid. And It's not too much too ask at all. Someone really smart came up with the whole road being an analogy to life thing. Someone really smart... I'm gonna meet God someday, I know, but I want to see Him while I'm here too. I know He's reading this right now. I know He's already read it, and I know that He's already got a follow-up response to it just for me. I'm gonna wait—it's really difficult sometimes but I'm gonna do it. I will be faithful to Him, and I will fail. But I will never give up and, I know it. Because He'll never give up on me.