ago,” she said. “But then it seems like another lifetime too. We’ve all changed so much since then.”
Josh nodded. “Yeah, we’ve all grown up a lot.”
She smiled. “Some of us are still growing.”
Josh laughed and pointed at himself. “And some of us still have a long way to go too.”
Josh seems changed. It may be my imagination, but I don’t think so. He seems more humble or quiet or thoughtful. I’m not sure how to describe it, but it’s good. Before, he used to come across as kind of this know-it-all, but now he seems to listen more. He seems softer somehow. But not in a wimpy way. It’s hard to explain. But I really like it. I guess he’s just maturing, which I knowsounds silly coming from the “baby” sister. But there were some years when I absolutely could not stand my “Mr. Perfect” brother. He could act so superior sometimes. But now he’s different.
And I wonder if Caitlin’s breakup has something to do with it. Or maybe not. Caitlin seems pretty much the same, only older and more mature. I used to think she was a little shallow sometimes. Okay, shallow’s not the right word, because she’s always been sort of deep too. But I used to compare her to some of the preppy chicks that I was so mad at. I suppose I even categorized her with them. I know that was wrong. Still, I think she’s changed too. Maybe it has something to do with her roommate, Liz Banks. I know those two have been through a lot this year. But when I asked, Caitlin said things are going much better with Liz now.
“She’s still searching,” Caitlin said. “So keep praying for her.”
“I am. Man, you should see my prayer list these days.”
“Do you pray for every single one of them every day?” asked Josh. But the way he asked wasn’t like he was checking up on me (like he used to), but more like he was really interested.
“Actually, I ask God to show me who to pray for,” I said kind of sheepishly. “I’m not sure I could handle the whole list at once. Then I justpray for whichever names seem to jump out at me.” “Cool.” Josh smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. “You know what, Chloe?”
“What?”
“I am so proud of you.”
I smiled. For some reason that meant a lot to me. “Thanks.”
“Me too,” agreed Caitlin. “And your band is unbelievable.” She shook her head dramatically. “I mean it; you guys sound as good as anything I’ve heard on the radio.”
I was getting kind of embarrassed now (well, loving it too). But I thanked her and told her I’d pass her comments on to Laura and Allie. And then they both had to take off. It was hard to see them go—and then I realized they’d be back for summer break! They both have jobs here in town, and they’re planning to go to the Mexico orphanage mission at the end of summer—at the same time!!! Maybe I’ll see if I can tag along.
SO GOOD
You’re so good
so fantastically good
thanks for all You do
to bring us back to You
keep us in Your hand
fill us with Your love
and mercy
and joy
You’re so good!
amen
Friday, May 30
I’ve made a habit not to write too much about Tiffany Knight in my diary during the past few months. Not because she’s turned into some wonderful and lovely person, but I guess I thought it was better not to give her too much attention, since she was still taking her shots at me on a fairly regular basis. No more shoving me against the lockers, but she gets her little snipes in.
But here’s what’s weird.
She was nice to me today. “Nice,” is that the right word? Maybe according to Allie’s definition, which would be something like this: “obnoxiously polite and falsely sweet.” Yeah, I guess that’s kind of how she seemed, but I could be wrong.
Okay, I know that sounds judgmental. But this is a girl who made my life unbelievably miserable last fall. A girl who has taken every possible opportunity to slight me or dis me or even elbow me in the hallway (always acting like it’s an
Josh nodded. “Yeah, we’ve all grown up a lot.”
She smiled. “Some of us are still growing.”
Josh laughed and pointed at himself. “And some of us still have a long way to go too.”
Josh seems changed. It may be my imagination, but I don’t think so. He seems more humble or quiet or thoughtful. I’m not sure how to describe it, but it’s good. Before, he used to come across as kind of this know-it-all, but now he seems to listen more. He seems softer somehow. But not in a wimpy way. It’s hard to explain. But I really like it. I guess he’s just maturing, which I knowsounds silly coming from the “baby” sister. But there were some years when I absolutely could not stand my “Mr. Perfect” brother. He could act so superior sometimes. But now he’s different.
And I wonder if Caitlin’s breakup has something to do with it. Or maybe not. Caitlin seems pretty much the same, only older and more mature. I used to think she was a little shallow sometimes. Okay, shallow’s not the right word, because she’s always been sort of deep too. But I used to compare her to some of the preppy chicks that I was so mad at. I suppose I even categorized her with them. I know that was wrong. Still, I think she’s changed too. Maybe it has something to do with her roommate, Liz Banks. I know those two have been through a lot this year. But when I asked, Caitlin said things are going much better with Liz now.
“She’s still searching,” Caitlin said. “So keep praying for her.”
“I am. Man, you should see my prayer list these days.”
“Do you pray for every single one of them every day?” asked Josh. But the way he asked wasn’t like he was checking up on me (like he used to), but more like he was really interested.
“Actually, I ask God to show me who to pray for,” I said kind of sheepishly. “I’m not sure I could handle the whole list at once. Then I justpray for whichever names seem to jump out at me.” “Cool.” Josh smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. “You know what, Chloe?”
“What?”
“I am so proud of you.”
I smiled. For some reason that meant a lot to me. “Thanks.”
“Me too,” agreed Caitlin. “And your band is unbelievable.” She shook her head dramatically. “I mean it; you guys sound as good as anything I’ve heard on the radio.”
I was getting kind of embarrassed now (well, loving it too). But I thanked her and told her I’d pass her comments on to Laura and Allie. And then they both had to take off. It was hard to see them go—and then I realized they’d be back for summer break! They both have jobs here in town, and they’re planning to go to the Mexico orphanage mission at the end of summer—at the same time!!! Maybe I’ll see if I can tag along.
SO GOOD
You’re so good
so fantastically good
thanks for all You do
to bring us back to You
keep us in Your hand
fill us with Your love
and mercy
and joy
You’re so good!
amen
Friday, May 30
I’ve made a habit not to write too much about Tiffany Knight in my diary during the past few months. Not because she’s turned into some wonderful and lovely person, but I guess I thought it was better not to give her too much attention, since she was still taking her shots at me on a fairly regular basis. No more shoving me against the lockers, but she gets her little snipes in.
But here’s what’s weird.
She was nice to me today. “Nice,” is that the right word? Maybe according to Allie’s definition, which would be something like this: “obnoxiously polite and falsely sweet.” Yeah, I guess that’s kind of how she seemed, but I could be wrong.
Okay, I know that sounds judgmental. But this is a girl who made my life unbelievably miserable last fall. A girl who has taken every possible opportunity to slight me or dis me or even elbow me in the hallway (always acting like it’s an
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