The power of prayer

managed to get to church this morning. one of my new years resolutions this year was to manage to have my behind in somebodys church on Sunday mornings.

as i was sitting, waiting for service to start, i turned around and saw a young couple walk in together. it was very sweet, his hand at the small of her back, leading her thru the crowd. i teared up a little bit. i remember being in love that first year, that brand new love. it sits on you so thick that people who dont know you can see it.

i let myself drift back six years ago when i found myself falling in love. the very beginning of relationships are both scary and fascinating. you find yourself nervous about what to let the other person know, because you dont want to be judged. the slightest touch from the other person sends chills down your back. the sexual tension is amazing.

i miss that. how hard is it to start all over again?