That's How God's Work Goes

I was given the task of writing a 3 to 5 minute monologue for a state theater competition, which we are no longer going to, but nonetheless, I had to perform it in class, and made some people cry.
I wrote it about PJ, well, a fictional PJ. Based on him. And a fictional me. So, here it is. Hope you like it.


"I knew all about how the peaches grew, and that's when I grew, too.
Born and raised in a Southern haze.
Exposed to those that didn't know about the knowings everyone else knew.
But I guess it would've been hard for them, too.

It took me awhile to figure out life.
It took me walking across the Gervais bridge, to a life I never thought I'd know. But I guess that's how God's work goes.

And is it ironic how he sent me to you?
I guess he knew what you were going through.
You were my angel, too.

But I hated how you grew up, pure luck.
With a skyline view.
I bet the city is nice at night.
It's good comfort when you're all alone, not in a good home.

Two blocks too many to break into, lay on your back in a pool, if you wanted to.
But I guess that's city living, and that's how God's work goes.

And does God create coincidences too?
Just happened to have me run into you?
I guess I'd have to blame it on the city.
And me being pretty.
And you being witty.
Big headed? Hardly.

And does God create paths in our lives?
If so, I don't think we went the way we were supposed to go.

You had to leave.

So there was me.
Walking in the city alone. Unknown.
My heartbeat matching every step I took.
And just one wrong look, was all it took.
Sending me spiraling into a phase of emotional rage.

Then the world grew quiet.
If only for a little while.
And I kept seeing you with an outstretched hand.
You were always the better man.

You were strong, too.
Fought harder than anyone else.
And I knew that your hospital bed was cold.
But your heart wasn't.
I knew.

I knew because you told me, too.
How long your days were.
You've never spent them alone before, without me.

It's gotta be a hard transition.
I miss you, too.

Funny how it works.
How God works.
Throwing obstacles into our lives, a million times over again.
But it's for the best, in the end.

Or at least that's what I told myself.
Still looked at your picture on the shelf, everyday.
Cause it must've been God's way.

He threw you into my life, out of spite?
No.
A blessing to show.

And you're the only love that I've ever known.
But I guess that's how God's work goes.

You finally came home again.
And I was the happiest that I had ever been.
You and your outstretched hand.

Both of us walking towards the city.
Remembering the world as it used to be.
Warm summers and cute restaurants.
Running and laughter and wonderful thoughts.

And each other.

That's how I always remembered you."

Blue Satin Sashes

My goodness, it sure has been awhile. I've been so busy it's ridiculous. The German exchange has been wonderful so far, I've made so many new friends and love every single one of them :) Miriam and I have gone on several adventures so far. We've been to the Biltmore House, to the river, down to five points for some coffee and shopping, Mellow Mushroom for a wonderful slice of pizza, out to the mall, ice skating, the side of the interstate with my blown tire (i'll put some pictures up of that later), hanging in the Dave Cave, watching old movies, and tomorrow we're going to Myrtle Beach. I'm looking forward to going to Charleston friday, and hopefully I won't run into any people from my past.

Quick PJ update:
His surgery went well, except for they didn't remove 1% of his tumor, so that will be taken care of tomorrow. I hope everyone is still keeping him in their prayers. His birthday is coming up... I have no idea what I'm going to get him. Suggestions?

Hopelessly,
Stevie