Coming Alive

I think i am dying. i am really sick. i hate the cold and i hate snow (note: i am from tx where snow comes in a can).
Father God, you know my heart. you know my inadequacies, you know i cant spell. i seek your wisdom Lord, what is wrong with my heart? i dont understand why it still hurts a little to imagine Kristan with another guy. she is my best friend God, and i dont want to have feelings like that for her.  God you know the reality of my heart. you know where it is broken. Please Father, show me.
your son
michael

Kristan and I really were such great of friends I resisted (for a brief time) letting feelings for her develop.  This blog was on the tail end of a conference a group of us went to called Urbana.  It was literally the coldest I have ever been.  I never learned the layering concept so I walked around in a t-shirt and jacket the whole time.  By the end of the conference I was miserable.