Add me to the blog webring. I want to add my two cents, too.

I see great things in you. I believe you have drive, passion, and a motivation, though you may not see it yet. Throughout high school you were this great, smart, compassionate boy, one who sees light and beauty in things that other people ignore. I looked up to you; I thought you were older than you really were. So when you first told me, during the first few hours of the new year, lying next to the pool table in the dark, I didn't believe it. Not one word. How could such a brilliant, compassionate person do that? CR's right - you are blessed, and you need to keep that in mind; however, it doesn't mean you don't require sympathy, or help, or love. So i'm here to say it: I am sorry, and I do love you.

I sometimes wonder what Jesus must have felt like, dying for the sins of world, wanting so badly to take them upon himself. Do you ever feel like that? Of course, on a much smaller scale. But even the desire to take away the pain and the hurt, because they're hurting so much that YOU hurt. It's a glimpse of that.

How can I help?