Today, i woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I was running late for uni (who starts a two hour compulsory lecture at 9am anyway?!), i was crying in the car, i nearly side-swiped someone and rear-ended two other people - not a good day for driving! I survived my first lecture, thanks to Amz suggesting we get coffee in the break, the survived the next three hours drinking more coffee with Loz in couchland, which was amusing. Bobbert (Loz's bf) thinks she and i are slightly crazy. I don't think we have a problem with that. Then Amz and i discovered how to use the microfiche and look at the Register newspaper from decades ago but didn't find what we were looking for - the general process was cool though. I survived sleeping through trusts and sharing notes with Amz, then made plans to see a movie tomorrow night with El and Loz. Nothing bad happened today; i actually had a good time hanging out with some mates. But there was still this dark cloud hovering over everything that made me kind of cranky.
By the time i got home, chatted to Pi for awhile, talked to another mate of mine who's always good at cheering me up, talked to Loz some more, and highlighted the notes that i took today., i felt a little better. I also ate a huge dinner and feel kind of sick now.
But what was the best thing that happened today? Around 7pm, two of the older people from church turned up on the doorstep. They were collecting prayer requests for the prayer night of Mal-Funtion next week. My dad answered the door and chatted to one of them, who he apparently knew from somewhere. The nice lady was surprised to find that it was my house, but quietly asked for my prayer requests, so as not to freak my dad out too much. Explaining the general concept was enough for him. The couple went away with some of my whispered requests, and having had a chat to dad (they knew better than to offer to pray with him). There was something about having people turn up on your doorstep and offer to pray for you. Somehow, the idea that i can give some of my worries to someone else and that their prayers (almost guaranteed to be better recieved than mine) might make some headway. was reassuring. Almost like some weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It was a good feeling.
On the whole, i feel slightly better tonight. I have to get up at 7.30am to go to the gym, which will kill most of that buzz... but hopefully i won't return to being miss misery, like i was this morning. I love some of the people from church. Especially the grandmotherly types who are so lovely to me.
By the time i got home, chatted to Pi for awhile, talked to another mate of mine who's always good at cheering me up, talked to Loz some more, and highlighted the notes that i took today., i felt a little better. I also ate a huge dinner and feel kind of sick now.
But what was the best thing that happened today? Around 7pm, two of the older people from church turned up on the doorstep. They were collecting prayer requests for the prayer night of Mal-Funtion next week. My dad answered the door and chatted to one of them, who he apparently knew from somewhere. The nice lady was surprised to find that it was my house, but quietly asked for my prayer requests, so as not to freak my dad out too much. Explaining the general concept was enough for him. The couple went away with some of my whispered requests, and having had a chat to dad (they knew better than to offer to pray with him). There was something about having people turn up on your doorstep and offer to pray for you. Somehow, the idea that i can give some of my worries to someone else and that their prayers (almost guaranteed to be better recieved than mine) might make some headway. was reassuring. Almost like some weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It was a good feeling.
On the whole, i feel slightly better tonight. I have to get up at 7.30am to go to the gym, which will kill most of that buzz... but hopefully i won't return to being miss misery, like i was this morning. I love some of the people from church. Especially the grandmotherly types who are so lovely to me.
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