Part III
She had seen ocean’s 11 many times before and did find it quite entertaning and enjoyable, yet she soon found herself looking out the window. A single minded wind was carrying a few choice leaves around and around like a mini tornado of love and affection. Like a mother with her beloved children. She hated cliché and knew it was cliché to say that God was like the wind. She wasn’t sure she believed in God. Couldn’t really see how a God worth devotion would create a world like this one. Still if God did exist and if it was like a mother or a father, God would truly be like the wind. the most obivious similarity is the fact that both are unseen. From that observation it can be noted that while both are unseen they both have great power to move things and even people. Powerful winds can pick up houses, and tractor trailer trucks and cows and yes people. God could certainly do the same and even more so because he could move the hearts of people. Also while the wind can be destructive and have great power it can also be affectionate and pleasant. Few things are as pleasant as the feeling of a light breeze caressing your face and playing with your hair. some people claim God is affectionate and delights with his people. Cries when they cry. and laughs when they laugh. this is all assuming God exists and is worth adoration, that he is all-powerful, that there is a good God like the wind.
She had seen ocean’s 11 many times before and did find it quite entertaning and enjoyable, yet she soon found herself looking out the window. A single minded wind was carrying a few choice leaves around and around like a mini tornado of love and affection. Like a mother with her beloved children. She hated cliché and knew it was cliché to say that God was like the wind. She wasn’t sure she believed in God. Couldn’t really see how a God worth devotion would create a world like this one. Still if God did exist and if it was like a mother or a father, God would truly be like the wind. the most obivious similarity is the fact that both are unseen. From that observation it can be noted that while both are unseen they both have great power to move things and even people. Powerful winds can pick up houses, and tractor trailer trucks and cows and yes people. God could certainly do the same and even more so because he could move the hearts of people. Also while the wind can be destructive and have great power it can also be affectionate and pleasant. Few things are as pleasant as the feeling of a light breeze caressing your face and playing with your hair. some people claim God is affectionate and delights with his people. Cries when they cry. and laughs when they laugh. this is all assuming God exists and is worth adoration, that he is all-powerful, that there is a good God like the wind.
she must meet this Sprirt.
He watched her get lost somewhere outside the window. he wondered where she was. what kind of dream. a composition book filled with poetry and philosophy rested in the bottom of his backpack. He was shocked he admitted that to himself in a place as unsafe as this. school was no place to be yourself. he chuckled softly. keep the status qou. expletive.
Suddenly she must have felt his eyes on her and she looked back at him. their eyes met and held. he knew then why he believed some crazy dream that she was going to die. he knew why he actually cared to save her. she had a touch of destiny. destiny. yes he believed in destiny. in fate. but whether he believed in Providence remained to be seen.
He must meet this Spirit.
he almost leaned in and kissed her. a lock of her hair saved him. it fell just out of place. he reached out and gently moved it back behind her ear. she blushed scarlet and looked away. she had never had a boyfriend. she wasn’t gorgeous or charming or at least at ease talking with guys. she had plain looks, and was too reserved for most. he knew all this. but her green eyes and auburn hair were beautiful. even more so because they were so little noticed by others besides himself. she had a touch of destiny.
the movie ended. he stood and looked down at her.
“you’re going to the party after graduation right?” he asked
“yeah” she answered.
“i’ll see you there then” he said “save me the first dance”
she blushed and smiled and said “i’ll be sure to”
he smiled. her cheeks were rosy red.
as she walked to get her books and headed out to her car. she realized she had barely taken a breath. her lungs burned. she had to think of something else despite the fact the most attractive guy in school wanted her to save the first dance for him. he was probably joking. she had to think of something else. he hadn’t seemed like was joking. she had to think of something else.
she was reading a book called i am number four. it was fairly well written, but the plot was good. twilight was better written. the one part she really hated was the fact that the female protagonist had to be good looking. why? why really? most of the girls who read books weren’t the gorgeous popular ones. that was not a stereotype it was the truth. i mean really why? expletive. at least bella swan wasn’t the gorgeous of the gorge. expletive. i mean really.
she sometimes wondered if she was adopted. i mean she had auburn hair and green eyes. her parents had dark brown hair and muddy eyes. she loved them in a way but she would be glad to not be under the curse of their progeny.
he touched my hair. he smiled at me. he asked me... got to think of something else.
This is sweet
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