It's been crazy.
Absolutely insane.

Spent most of this weekend with just about the best friend I have. Made it worth it. Got to visit some friends I haven't seen in ages (even though we live in the same itty bitty town), which is always fun. I got to meet some new people from church (or at least feel a tiny bit more at ease with the few I knew from before hand). Also, went to a Hell House with the church's youth.

It was *really* fun. In more ways than I can put into words (and in some ways that I'd prefer to keep to myself). At the end they asked if any of us wanted to pray. I went. Holding back tears I filled out the little form - It asked for general information: name, address, e-mail, phone number (all of which I filled out with easey), then it asked for your church. I hesitated, the pen hovering over that little black line my mind raced - what do I put down?! Do I put San Martin back home? Do I put Saint Marks from up here? Do I put down WOF? If so is it simply because I'm here with them? Would it even matter? Why does this simple question feel like it matters so much? I made a decision. I put down Waves of Faith. For whatever reason as soon as I wrote that, the tears that I had been pushing back (rather suscesfully I might add) started to kind of leak. However, before I could get ahold of myself the woman who was there to pray with us pulled up a little green stool (which I couldn't help but notice had a grey kitten painted on it) and asked me in the kindest voice what I would like to pray about. The tears broke free and silently began to roll down my cheeks. I explained my situation - we prayed. When I finally opened my eyes there was a group of women standing around/near me and they were praying with her praying for me. I laughed (but that's normal when I cry) and they handed me some tissues. She said some of the kindest words I think I've ever heard (save very few). I breathed deeply for a few moments, collected myself and walked outside to join the others who were waiting on me.

After I got home I recieved another shocking statement. The youth, the kids themselves asked their leader (my friend) to make me a youth leader. *shocked silence*......WHAT?! I'm just starting to gain faith in what little faith I have! I'm in no position to be teaching kids something as serious as what they're asking. I mean, don't get me wrong - i'm honored, beyond complimented and unspeakably touched by their proposal but I'm not sure I'd be doing them any justice. It's hours later and i'm still 'spinning on ice' from it.

All in all this was one of the best weekends I've had in a long long while.

My brother woke me up this morning. He called at 8 and we talked for a good half hour about what he's doing for Halloween and all that jazz. I miss that kid so much sometimes it hurts. I'd really like for him to come visit me sometime during the year. I don't believe it's probable however, my parents are pretty uptight about him driving home much less all the way up here. I'd like to bring him up but in all honesty i'm pretty sure that's not doable either.

Well, I'm off to try and figure out what classes I'd like to take for next semester. Wish me luck!

Love and Laughter Always.

Heh, wow you are busier than even some of the other's I have read on nutang. I suppose that is both a good and a bad thing to be.
» ryan444123 on 2006-10-31 03:40:55

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