My roommate, Missy, and I (back when I lived in IC) used to have a tradition of "flopping". Flopping consisted of her coming in my room and both of us flopping on my bed and just talking about all the "stuff" of life. It could range from anything to boys to God to what was next in life to random frustrations to random great things. I miss flopping. Tonight is one of those nights when I find myself distracted from work and exhausted and just craving someone to flop with...just to talk. Am I the only one in the world that feels this way? I just wish I had someone that I could talk to whenever...you know? But people are busy or a guy is trying not to lead you on and therefore is "guarding" your heart...or all the other stuff that goes on. I know, I know, the Sunday school answer is that Jesus is always there to listen. But sometimes I just crave someone with skin on who I can see face to face...not that I have to strain to hear on the phone or laboriously write via IM or email. I guess I'm just exhausted. Nights like this are always harder. Guess that's part of this deal. But the beauty of it is that it does end and tomorrow is a new day full of grace. God created us for relationships...so I guess I can't be too hard on myself when I crave that very thing. Tonight, however, my books will be my company...a 50 page article on the Holy Spirit. Giddy up. :)

"If we can talk ourselves out of hoping, then the pangs of disappointment will miss us, too. Or so it seems. As one writer says, 'Hope is by far one of the most dangerous commitments we make in life.'...We literally push away life when we push away hope."
-Paula Rinehart