Monday, March 2, 2009

Joshua 1:9

Today's rough my heart isn't in PA today. I don't know about you but I thought it was weird that we had snow last night. Isn't spring supposed to be here soon..I don't know the little saying for March but I do know that it has nothing to do with snow. (What am I talking about?!)

Soooo yesterday I was at the home show in Harrisberg most of the day. I had a good time, apperances are a fun part of the job..until I get sick of them sometime later on in the season (which is what everyone says will happen.) Anyway..I had a pretty good conversation yesterday about the Bretheran. It's nice being here and knowing people my age I can hangout with that are Christians. Not that I am against non christians by any means sometimes it's just nice. I love God! Really ALOT! ;)

Also last night I started doing one of those all about me books with my roommate and her friend..theres already stuff I learned about myself. I guess the next section we're working on is the memories part..wow some pretty deep stuff haha. I was suprised that alot of my answers had to do with religion but it was nice to see my roommates friend was the same way.

So- we went to dinner at Olive Garden yum! Saw a friend from work and my roommates friends friend was our waitress, fun stuff. Then another friend from work came over but I couldn't keep my eyes open much longer it was such a long day.
Today church didn't really do that much for me but I'm sure after I read through my notes I'll pick something up. As everyone left today I sat in the back right pew and read Joshua 1. For some reason it just seemed like the right thing to do. I cried a little: short, drenching bursts but tonight I'll be with all of my buddies so it should be just fine. Today is the anniversary of the hardest day of my life thus far..but it's not even the fact of what happened last 3-1 it's what I'm missing now that hurts. My love is spreading thin and all I have to hold onto is a little jack pumpkin and a map above my bed with footprints to my heart. But I reckon it could always be worse. Plus it's good to know being selfless isn't the hardest thing in the world. By the way material pocessions don't mean anything to me- but things that are passed down are tresures.

To live life means to love living.

Rebel flags are not a cool fashion statement--lose the tude dude. (no photo needed.)

kswan

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