With Faith Like A Child.

Quote of the Day:
"I can read you like one of those large page seniors books!" ~Nick

This only confirms what I have previously thought--there is not an ounce of being discrete in me.

They say that I can move the mountains, and send them falling to the sea. They say that I can walk on water, if I would follow and believe--with faith like a child...

God's blessings in my life leave me absolutely speechless--I have found that words cannot justify this feeling He fills my heart with. In every aspect of my life, I see his work--does it get any better than this?

There are always those people in our lives whose profound impact on our lives they are unaware of. Through experiences in my life that have caused me to learn first hand that life is simply too short to not say how we feel--I believe it's important that we remind these individuals in our lives of the postive influence they've had upon us. Last spring I did this before I left to return home for the summer with a very special friend in my life. I met her last year in my statistics class--we ironically started talking because she was ranting to someone next to her about people's personal bubbles. It was the first day of class and as always, people file in and always space three to four chairs between them and the next person. It was through her cracks about people's personal space and how she personally isn't at all shy that I turned around and introduced myself to her. Over the next four months of the term, I got to know her as she inspired me to grow in all aspects of my life--spiritually, emotionally and physically. She constantly challenged me to see things from a different perspective which encouraged me to continue to mature. Through her, I truly learned what it meant last year to have amazing connection with God through a personal relationship with Him.

Now--why do I bring this up today? Well, four months ago, when I left to go home for summer--I gave her a big hug and of course told her I'd miss her. I went four months without really talking to her due to both our busy schedules. Today, I went to 'The Flood'--a young adult ministry at church for two reasons--firstly of course I love God and will take any spare moment I have to gladly worship Him and secondly because I knew Martine would be there and I could surprise her. Tonight, as I locked up my car in the parking lot and walked towards the church steps, I saw her greeting people as they came in. Of course I snuck up behind her and as I approached her, I casually tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and caught me off guard as she screamed and threw her arms around me. The night proceeded with a powerful worship service and a sermon that challenged us to always strive to be better Christians by striving to live a life like Jesus. After the service, her and I stood around in the lobby talking and catching up. Now those who know me, they know I can talk...a lot. Now believe it or not, I've met someone who I myself can barely keep up with--Martine. By the end of the night, we both agreed that a 'slumber party' was in order in which we'd veg out on our favorite snacks and watch movies and talk until we lost our voices. Sounds good to me!

On another note...

Generally speaking, I seem to be having bad luck with my automobile--more specifically with my windshield. As some know, I recently had my windshield of my car smashed while I was at Ookfest (the biggest frosh week party in Canada)--and just a couple of days ago, I paid to have it fixed. I won't begin to describe how much this frustrates me because that will start me on a rant about vandalism that would result in an essay. Thusly, I will just summarize it now by saying that vandalism is an act of immaturity and utter disrespect. After paying to have my windshield fixed, I put my mind to ease for at least the problem was dealt with...or so I thought. Tonight, when I was driving home from church I noticed that my rearview mirror was 'swaying' a bit. Honestly, at first I thought I was seeing things because I'm exhausted but as I continued to drive, the swaying worsened to the point that my rearview mirror became disattached from my windshield. I do have to admit that I did laugh, I mean--what are the chances?

Anyways, I've killed as much time as I feel I can by writing in my blog--now I will go finish reading my book about Women, sport and sexuality for class while I wait for a goodnight phonecall.

You complete me.