Sweet 16

I've taken to journaling over the past few weeks. I write down random thoughts and stressors or other things that I have on my mind at the time. It's a pretty nice way of expressing my thoughts and feelings the way I need to. On Xanga, I can't give out specific details or names about things for fear of stirring up petty high school drama. I'm not going to bring my immature whiney thoughts out here on this blog, because it's not the place for those thoughts.
So, I write them down. It has been working marvelously and I think I'm not going to slow down too much. The other night I wrote in it my nightly prayer for people. I'm not sure which adverb or adjective I need right here, but the whole experience was really schway. It had some sort of effect on me to where I became consciously aware of how deeply I cared for the people I was praying for. Last night I wrote in it about a girl at school who is distracting me from everything I am striving for. It really helped me because I was able to see in writing what my problem is, and how to avoid it. I guess if you're not visual then it wouldn't be of any use for you, but it helped me. It also made me laugh to realize how simply human I am, and how I am just so dumb sometimes.
I also had another thought. I think Jesus' death was more or less for the redemption of creation, and not just humans. True it is that plants and air and the sense of smell probably won't go in to heaven with us, but just the same I believe God loves His creation more than we realize. I think that it's a bit much for us to assume that we are the only reason Jesus came. Sin brings death, Jesus brings life.