11:34 a.m. - Friday, Sept. 10, 2004
Life is Unfair.
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed at how unfair life is.
Why do I get to have good friends to laugh and cry with?
Why do I get to be surrounded by music and song?
Why do I get to live in a house with laughing, screaming, crying children?
Why do I get to go to San Francisco to get a tattoo with new friends who sit next to me as the needle pierces my skin, and then offer to pay for the whole thing?
Why do I get to live in community and depth?
Why do I get to experience the overwhelming love of God in every moment of every day in every inch of His creation?
Why do I get to be immersed in the heart of God in the hearts of the people around me?
What have I ever done to deserve this?
Absolutely nothing. And that's not fair.
