My journal entry from last night. I did delete one part that I did not feel like sharing. Guilty. (shrugging my shoulders)
2/28-“I Want to Thank-You All the Days of my Life”
I think that taste in my beard is long lasting milk. I should probably clean that shortly. I wonder what Edson Ramirez is thinking about right now…Lets think, pink, I used to want to be a shrink. Huh, life takes twists sometimes.
Focus Rye. Focus. Okay.
I sit here moments after a good-bye dinner turned into a gospel choir performance. Yes, the title of this journal is the song they were singing. I seem to already have forgotten how the tune went. I cannot replace the Christina Aguilerra tune out of my head. I want thank-you for giving me time to breathe.
Okay. I looked around and saw old ladies dancing with no care in the world for You Jesus. People were trying to catch glimpses of the Man U vs. Arsenal game when they could see the TV. These ladies had some hips though. Men are turning pots and pans into drums. The languages are changing from Cosa to English to Africaans. Yohann is in the back cracking jokes and leading the next song.
Good-byes for who knows how long follow. Something that I have become so accustomed to on the race, but still never fail to provoke this weird tearful, joyful, sad emotion from me. No, I was not full out crying. Maybe one tear God.
I put my arm around Yolinda. She puts her arm around me and says God is good. I smile bigger. I looked around at all the people again. People that have come to be family over the past months.
Thank-you God. Thank-you for moments like these. The body of Your Son is so real.
Yohann kept saying and singing, “Lets march onto Zion.” I liked that.
Excited to play basketball with him and the boys one last time tomorrow night.
Welp. Bout to go get a snickers for these emotions. Uhhh…Thanks for loving me right where I am at God.
