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| Hey- I just realized that there was this wonderful person I just gave a hard time because they hadn't blogged here in forever...well I haven't really either...anyway, if you want the new blogg addy, let me know! | | |
| I'm having dreams. You know. The ones you have when you're asleep. And that's when I'm having them. And. Hmph. I don't know what to do with them. I don't think that it's normal for someone to be haunted by their dreams all day long. And the themes...are repeating. Over and over. Night after night. Strange, yes? Here's to human imagination. | | |
| Xanga let me know that I've been a member for 338 days and I should consider going premium. No one even reads this, so why should I!?! | | |
| So this morning was interesting --- to say the very least. I started out getting the old church van up and ready to go to Gas City for Bible study this morning. My juniors and seniors love Payne's now (that's right - I'm a walking advertisement) and that's where we go to study the book of Hosea (dang that's sweet). Anyway, I get the girls (because their guy friends "don't want to come even though we invite them"...) into the van, we drive over and on the way I hear this slapping noise. I don't really ignore it, but the van is handling fine even with this new noise. I have an idea of what it might be, but I've had no loss of control or handling, so I figure I must be wrong. When we get to Payne's I turn off the van only to hear that signature "Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss" that comes from only two things (both bad) - an angry snake (make me vomit) and a sad [read punctured] tire. Let me first say that there was no snake. Oops. That's right boys and girls. A lag bolt had lodged itself into the tire causing a massive hemorage (or if you prefer, leak). I sent the girls into get breakfast and coffee as I was going to play the part of the man (they volunteered to 'help', but I had this vision of them going, "oooh, my hands are gross now" and "John I dropped this thing [read jack] on my foot and it really hurts" etc.) and fix it. I got under the van and 'realized' that the tire was 'rusted' onto the frame. No problem. Call Joey and Justin to come over with a hammer to bang it off. They show up and tell me that the thing was not rusted on, but that Ford has an ingenius system on their larger vehicles for situations like this. They proceed to play the part of men as they send me back in to finish the Bible study with the girls. At this point, I accuse them of making me soft because I spend too much time doing Bible study with them.
What does this have to with the title of this particular blog? Nothing. Except Justin and Joey pointed out that I'm probably the type of guy who floats in that ever nebulous 'friends zone' and need to get out of it so that I can succesfully date. They suggested a movie entitled, oddly enough, "Just Friends" so that I can fix my apparent problem (I can't say that I disagree with them all that much). Okay. I haven't seen it. But I'll write about it when I do. Peace out. Back to work now.
John | | |
| So I thought I'd get on here and let y'all know about a joyus moment in my day on Monday. I was innocently sitting in the youth office all by my lonesome (hint hint), hard at work calling around about a top secret event, when a friend of mine calls me. I really like phone calls. You know. They make me feel important. And loved. In the platonic sense. Anyway. My friend Melissa called. Now understand that I've been praying for Melissa for about four or five years because she's been having a rough time and had turned her back on God. Anyway, we talk for a bit about how she's back with Jesus and how she got there. I wanted to share this with y'all cause that made my day. It took time and some knocks, but the Holy Spirit has been working on her heart for these past few years and it was so awesome to see my prayers answered. I reckon that about covers it. Feel free to post comments about your experiences with prayer and whatnot. That'd be sweet. | | |
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