Peas and Carrots . . .

Oh my heart . . .

I love Forrest Gump so much. Just finished watching it. Anthony and I started it, went out for a bit tonight, and came back to find Spike had it on AGAIN, and that it was roughly at the same point as when we left. So, we finished it.

Forrest and Jenny and their story resonate so strongly in my life. Though I would be loath to equate myself entirely with Tom Hanks' character (who is far simpler and loves more freely than I think I ever shall), there is the beauty of the way he approaches the people around him that I hope I have captured a little. Jenny is always his girl, and nothing can change that. And anytime the two of them are together, it is like peas and carrots . . .

A lot of what I think I'd like to say here hasn't been expressed too openly for a long time by me, mainly because I just didn't know what I felt or, sometimes, how to feel. And I've grown up enough that I no longer wish to recreate another person's story, lovely though it may be. I'm living out a pretty amazing story of my own, complete with love, sadness, joy, sorrow, heartache, triumph, discovery, wonder, and beauty . . .

And though I am more in love with Jesus than yesterday (and hopefully will come to love him more tomorrow), there are people I miss . . . people who just get me, who know me deeply because of a shared intimacy that no one else in the world may ever comprehend. I miss my family like this . . . and I do such a horrible job of keeping in touch. Hmmm. Gonna have to change that.

There are others, who have travelled this road with me for a season, the Bubbas and Lt. Dans and others, who are missed in their own way. And there is Jenny, who, if the past provides any hope for the future, I will see again.

Life is Beautiful :)

Oh, and the foots not broken . . . that I know of. Still hurts though.