My Weekend

Howdy,

Ok, no story, no dream, no vision, no daydream, I want to talk about my weekend, starting with Valentines Day all the way to today...yes, for a change I am quite happy with my life.

Wow, where to begin...this is going to be kind of lengthy.

I recently started going to a church down in Springfield, and it's amazing! I mean it blows me away, and I've befriended the College Minister (Matt), and on V-Day he met me at a cafe type place and we talked for 3 hours. I mean I got to spill out everything that was bothering me with life, my confusions, my misunderstandings, my life, all of it, and he listened and just talked me through it. It set alot of peace upon me. I went to the apt down in Springfield to a V-Day party, it was so cool just to chill with all these new people, to realize there is so much more to life then just SBU and the people there. There are people out there that desire to know God and not just accept what is "skin deep", it was so cool. 30 people in the apt, rent-a-cop came over, we gave him cookies and he left, it was so much fun! I got back to my dorm around 1200, I crashed and Friday hit.

Friday itself was really just another day, until the evening. I was supposed to go play poker at one of the guys apt in Bolivar, we got there and played Rock Band from 800-100, it was insane. I did vocals the whole time (yes I was horse the next day), who knew I could hit the notes from Coheed and Cambria (some of you will get that). It was so much fun, in fact after 100 hit we decided to watch Red Dawn, we cracked jokes the whole time through...haha. At the same time I was on my laptop on AIM talking to a person. As we talked through the night I asked how they got to SBU and all and they told me that they couldn't tell me over AIM because it was so lengthy, and asked me if I'd join them for lunch on Saturday to talk it over. I agreed.

I didn't get in bed until 430am Saturday...haha. I got up at 1100, showered, cleaned up, cut my fingernails, and went to lunch at El Rodeo in Bolivar. She picked me up in her truck (yes she drives a truck, and YES it is a manual...) and we went to lunch. Lunch was AMAZING! She looked at me and said, "Tell me about your life, I want to know about you..." so I told her the life...all of it. When I had finished it was her turn. I don't think I've ever had such an amazing lunch before, I mean it was truly amazing. I finally met someone that understood it, that understood what it's like to grow up hard. She finished her story, which was a tough one mind you, and then looked at me and said she still gives thanks to God for getting her to this moment. It was incredible! Someone had such a rough, broken life and yet their desire for Christ continues to grow. This was just Saturday. We left and she dropped me off at the dorm (before you ask why she's driving, my truck had some "issues" and wouldn't start) around 200ish I do believe.

I cleaned my room, did my dishes, everything for the rest of the evening. When she got back online we continued to talk all the way until around 300 Sunday morning. Remember the sunflower story? I want to show you an exert from our conversation that night,

"Its like when you were listening your eyes were piercing through me in a sense that i could feel relief, that i could tell you anything, and i love that, and thank you for that."

She had decided to try the church I had started going to, with that we went to bed to get our 5 hours of sleep, haha. I awoke finally, and got out of bed Sunday morning.

I got to her truck this morning, she looked at me and asked, "Have you had breakfast this morning?" I said, "no", then noted that there were two bottles of juice and two breakfast sandwiches...haha. We got to the church...

...She really liked the church, a lot.

We got back to the dorm so I could get my bowl of Mac & Cheese and get my Daytona 500...haha. Around 615 we left again though and went back to Springfield to the apt from the V-Day party to continue with this event called, "The Truth Project". Incredible! Made my head hurt...haha, again. Finally we got back to campus around 900, she was tired, and I was hurting too.

Got to my dorm, ate 6 hotdogs, tried my truck one last time...it works again, spent some time telling others of my weekend, then sat down to homework, my nightly Kim Possible, and this.

There really is no reason or "moral" to this story I write about my weekend except for a few things:
1. I am happy
2. I smile when I wake up
3. I've lost my spiritual walk these past 2 years
4. I've met someone special, someone unique, someone who "gets it"
5. I might have possibly, and I mean possibly, got a lead on a house in the future after I graduate...that's a huge MIGHT, but I'm praying about it.
6. I've given everything I have to God, and He has truly blessed me
7. I look forward to tomorrow, Tuesday, this whole week
8. I desire my Lord again, what a nice change
9. I've made so many new friends
10. BEHOLD THE POWER OF MY GOD AND HIS LOVE THAT HE SHOWS TO HIS CHILDREN IN THE MIDDLE OF LIFES STORM!