Let’s never stop asking why

I can feel my brain inside my skull.

It feels a lot like a map.

And as I sit in class,

I can feel my thoughts speeding through highways previously abandoned.

I can feel the streetlights turning on and lighting up new circuits.

And I’ve found the strength I can only find in not knowing.

It’s going to be a good year.

I have a lot to learn.

 

My imagination has been my favorite place to be lately besides my new home.  I love my fresh orange walls and the vanilla sugar smells of our kitchen. I love the child inside me, I love the Holy Spirit that guides seven crazy girls to one crazy house. I am excited to see what will happen this semester in our little church we have going here.

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