sick. love. lovesick.

sick. i'm not, but a few people in my family are. it's not just the commmon cold either, this is serious sick. i've never been close to people who are really sick besides my grandma when i was about ten. i wasn't old enough to understand death and i wasn't close to her, so i wasn't incredibly sad when she passed. i don't think these sick people are close to dying, but... really they are. we are all dying. once we came out of the womb, our journey toward death began. this (clearly) is no original idea. but it's hard to think about. one of the sick people declared that he was scared. my heart dropped. he's scared. he can't be scared. but he is.

love. i keep learning more and more about love, and right now i keep thinking about how i love these people. and how i haven't ever known life with out these people. ever.

he is scared. now i am scared.

the wedding was good. i was an emotional wreck. ugh, i hate when people say emotional when they really just mean crying, and i just did that. oh well. i was crying a lot. that's what i'm trying to say... two people who are so committed to jesus were joined together on the 8th of january and i got to be apart of it. it was a true picture of what God intended the Church to be; pure, white, spotless, before the bridegroom. daniel and autumn are something different. watch what will be done through them.

i want to learn what it means to be lovesick.