the nearness of you

It's been a while since I last wrote, I guess I just haven't made time to sit down and do it. I got a piano on Wednesday, and I am loving it. That's pretty much all I do when I'm home and I'm not on the phone with Kyle. I wish it was tuned already but I'm going to make some calls to see how much that will cost the next time I get a couple minutes.
I haven't been reading my bible lately, and talking to God has become something I do when I remember before I go to bed. Being busy is not an excuse for this, and so I need some prayer in this area- God should be first on my list. I just really feel like I'm going through the motions of life right now and I don't want to do that. It feels like nothing's really happening, that I'm just waiting on Kyle to get here which is partly true, but I don't want it to be. I want to enjoy every second of it so I'm going to make the decision to enjoy it.
I'm kinda sleepy right now which doesn't make much sense, I think I just slept too long today. I called into work, for lack of a better excuse I just didn't want to go. My manager is gone this week and a lady named Carol took his place for the week and being around her is like someone letting the positive energy just flow out of me. She's completely negative about every aspect of life and it's hard to be around her. I should have just gone and dealt with it and been an adult, but sleeping in sounded so much better.
I just got up to get something to drink. There's a box on my counter right now with some random stuff in it, I guess my mom was sorting through stuff cleaning, but there is a book called, "The Learning Tree" by Patrick Miles Overton. It's a book of poems. I picked it up and flipped straight to a poem called "Love." This is it.
You don't thank love.
You hold on to it and never
let it go because it is the
dearest thing to your heart,
and there is nothing that will
move deeper to the inner part of you.

You don't thank love.
You cherish it as much
as the first breath of green
that verifies that life was
only hidden from us for a while.

You don't thank love.
You climb to the nearest mountain peak
and shout with all your strength,
I have found God and I am born again!

Love needs no thanks.
Love knows.

Here's another one by him, real short and to the point called, "Somewhere."
Somewhere in between
something someone said
I think I heard the thing
they really meant to say.

I like that a lot, I think I'll read some more of this book. The love one I like a whole lot. What a beautiful statement- Love Knows. It's so true.

Hope everyone is doing well.
love,
a