The very last post.
Today as I was sitting in class, my attention started to drift away from ceramics in the Early Bronze IV period, and while the prof continued lecturing, I did "The Loop". What exactly is "The Loop"? It's that circle that you do on the internet when you're wasting time. For me it generally looks like this:
Check Twitter.
Check Facebook.
Check E-mail.
Check school email.
Check Blogger.
Check Twitter again.
Check Facebook again.
Tumblr.
It's pathetic. But I know for a FACT I'm not the only person who does this! ANYWAYS. Today as I was doing "The Loop", I saw that my friend Ben had posted on his blog. Naturally, I wasn't going to wait until class was over, so I clicked on the link and read it.
Right in the middle of class, as I was reading, a weird thing happened. I started to cry. Not like, sobbing uncontrollably, but I got choked up and teary. You see, he set up his blog so it would only have 365 blog posts. One for every day for an entire year. Today was day 365. The very last post.
But it wasn't that he's finished that had me tearing up. Ben's blog has just been this incredibly amazing thing. It's entitled "Where I See God", and each day, he would post about a person, experience, or random object that he could connect to God's influence in his life. I've read every single post from the very beginning. Although the posts are really good, and some of the writing is beyond beautiful, the real amazing thing is the change that I've had the opportunity to see in my dear friend. If you read through the whole blog, you can see this amazing progression in his writing and the thoughts he shares. I'm lucky, because I have gotten to see a similar progression in Ben since I've known him.
I feel like, in a small way, I was a part of this journey. It has been a blessing to be able to live through some of the same experiences, to discuss some of the posts, and to watch "Where I See God" grow into something huge. Reading it has helped me survive some really scary days, and it has influenced more people than I know. I am proud to have been there to see it all happen. But more than that, I am grateful to know its author. I am infinitely proud of you Ben. So much so that it made me cry in class.
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