My Life is Good
What a very long day! I got to sleep last night a little after 1:00 AM because I’d spent the evening hanging out with friends from Campus Crusade for Christ (or CRU) just chatting up, telling stories, eating, etc. We went to Red Robin and I pigged out because I hadn’t had dinner. Of course, I regreted it afterward, but I got a doggy bag and ate the rest of it today. It was good.
Afterwards, we headed to a friend’s apartment and just talked about random happenings and other funny things. It was really great. For the longest time, I didn’t think I was ever going to get past the high school stage. I dunno what it is–I never thought I’d be “cool” enough to chill with older people. But here I am, the youngest person there, being totally accepted. Not only accepted, but wanted. And I realize now that the great people who are in my life are only in my life because of Jesus. If it weren’t for Jesus, I would absolutely NOT be having the most wonderful time just living! I think, that if I didn’t have Jesus, I would be a party-goer. Drinking. Smoking. Sex. I think I’d be involved with all of that in one way or another. The thing is, Jesus IS in my life, and I don’t have to worry about any of that stuff. Basically, He just tells me, “Enjoy yourself Carly! And enjoy the people I put in your life!” And I do, and I’m happy, and I don’t believe it gets any better. Really, I don’t! And all the while, Jesus dwells in my heart and I never forget Him and He will never, EVER, forget about me! So many people don’t understand, and I feel terrible, because it’s so hard to explain! Unless you know Jesus for yourself, He can never really be described accurately. Simply put, He is who He is and He satisfies any void that exists in my life and MORE!
I could probably go on talking about Jesus in novel-quantity, but I won’t, because I still have things to discover about Him. It’s nice to go into little tangents about Him, though, because it allows me to express my true feelings for Him.
Fly safely,everyone! Peace!
jeffersonair.
