So, a T-Rex was attacking Barret...

It's amazing the dreams you have when your body just doesn't want to quit. For the past couple of days, I haven't been staying up too late and getting up too early, but I've been going to bed ridiculously early and sleeping in wonderfully late. I love being home. I tell my mom this about 20 times a day.

I apologize for my leave of absence...it was a mixture of too many things to write about and not a single thing coming to mind.

One thing I have learned above all is this:

I just want to love.

I have such a hard time with people sometimes. It's hard coming home, and having your home be your work and your work be your home. I don't want tired, thoughtless words to come from my mouth, but they often do. I don't want to make stupid decisions that I decided to do without God, but I do. I don't want to be envious of someone who seems to have everything together, because they don't, and I certainly don't.

I just want to love.

I just want to look at someone and see God in them.

As cheesy as this is, I was sitting in church tonight with my family, and thought: "What if God was one of us?"

Would God be the girl next door who just needs to stay up late and be with someone?

Would God be the person who comes knocking on your door in the middle of the night because they're locked out...again?

What if God was one of them--you know, those people who seem so far removed from us...

The woman who will die tomorrow because she didn't have any clean water to drink.

The child who will die because we, as Americans, decided that it was more important to live in comfort than to feed them.

The young girl who is forced against her will into a life of prostitution.

I don't know what I'm trying to say here, guys. We just can't keep giving ourselves to something that doesn't do anything. We need to move forward, we need to help the world move forward. Why else are we here but to love Jesus, and to love others? That is it.

I just want to love.