Ugh it's official the so called "love bug" has bitten and it's gettin itchy folks. I hate it when they text you and then you reply and it takes ages for them to get back to you, it's practically instantaneous people! Like c'mon. My friend D was recently engaged in one of these situations and she was all stoked on the prospect of a possible new boy in her life, until he totally crumpled that hope into a paper ball and tossed in into the garbage can by completely blowing her off. I wonder if that is what God feels like when we ignore Him. Does He pace back and forth, pulling on His hair waiting for us to reply to His text message? Does He freak out when He finally receives a reply and all it says is "K." It kind of changes my whole perspective of the situation. But for now I'm just going to relish in the fact that God never ignores us when we initiate contact, even if that super cute guy does. Damn those biceps, they get me every time.
My body is so filled with excitement right now it's disgusting. My friend and I are about to embark on our own "Most excellent adventure" . Her birthday is coming next week along with her reading break and I booked the whole week off of work so we can initiate what we will refer to as "Super epic birthday week." We intend to re-hash all of our radtastic adventures such as going to Saltspring, Victoria, and a myriad of crazy experiences in between. I am so stoked! You know the type of friend I mean, the one who knows you inside and out, knows just what to say when you need to hear it, and most of all, loves you not for who you are but in despite of who you are. I have many good friends but very few compare to this girl. The thing is, this little lady friend of mine, is really the only one who just "gets" me. We've been buds since the seventh grade but it really wasn't until we graduated that this huge bond grew between us. We have so many memori...
"If you feel like, come with me. I will tell you a story, I'll show you something" It was Saturday night and Mother and I were about to embark on a little youth event. We arrived at the church and joined the others in the foyer for games and snacks. Whilst waiting for the rest of the expected guests to arrive Pastor Lech looked me in the eye and said, "Tell me about this group you hang out with?" I did a little shoulder check and pointed at myself and said, "Me?" He nodded and I began to weakly explain the bible study I attend Tuesday nights. "What has it done for you?" Ah yes, the inevitable question, and all I could respond with was "I feel like it's blessed me" before my eyes started to well up with tears (another inevitable thing) He left it at that and we continued on with our evening. But let me tell you something, I AM BLESSED . Over these past few months I have been absorbed into a group of girls that as of now I cannot ...
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