Newsflash: I just re-discovered Caleb Delamont via some random connection on Facebook. I'll think about him (well, a song of his will pop into my brain) every once in a while, and it's usually the most perfect time I need it (God, maybe?). His music was a gift to my ears/soul the first time I discovered it; he actually helped save my life at one point, though he probably has no idea (how could he? I've never actually met the man).
I'm doing Spiritual Growth Month at church, and in light of certain events, it couldn't have come at a more perfect time. One of the stipulations is that I need to spend at least a half hour a day with God. Five minutes of that half hour must be reading, another five must be praying, and yet another five must be journaling, the other fifteen being filled with whatever (dancing in my living room to worship music, maybe?). Seeing as I already pray daily and journal almost daily, I figured that this assignment (with the slight alteration of mandatory Bible reading) would be easy. Haha, oh man was I wrong. So far, I've spend most of the past 6 hours in constant prayer. Not easy. Not fun. Not fair. I'm in a colossal gut-wrenching, guilt-tripping, anger-inducing, school-compromising, life-altering, decision-making position right now, and only God knows how everything will pan out. I'm praying I make it out with what little sanity I have left, intact.
Well, I think I'll go and spend my time with God, and hope and pray that He smacks me upside the head with an answer to my predicament. As it stands, I think I'll stick with the tail-between-my-legs route until further notice.
Peace (and other nice things), all!
-L
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