I am met with the deepest and most wonderful surrelity. A non-reality so contrasted against reality as to be undeniable, yet incomprehensible. Something I can see, hear, and sometimes feel... but cannot reach. To hold such a beauty in my own two hands would be to hold the fruit of the spirit in it's pure essence. All the love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness and self-control; wrapped and intermingled with fear, because life has taught us that every good thing must be taken from us. Wonderful as it may be, I must be productive. To be with it is to be without it. If I were ever to indulge -- to reach out and grasp that fullness of joy -- it would altogether disappear.

Gasping for air, only a few short minutes of life each week. God is teaching me what life really feels like by testing my patience -- am I worthy of the gift which I'm asking for...

I can't stay mad at anyone. Sometimes I get really mad, but then they shoot a smile in my direction and a single kind word puts all my apprehension to rest.

Prison ministry begins tomorrow and ends Saturday morning. I don't have the money. My paycheck from last period never came in.

10$ in quarters will keep my clothes clean for the next 6 weeks.

"Do you know what it means?"