Separation Anxiety:

So there is separation, but no anxiety....more like sobriety. I am away from the school this weekend and it has been good. I can say with honesty that there are people that I’ve thought about... certain people more than others. It has been a good weekend to think and seek the will of God on some very important choices.

God has blessed me with an incredible roommate with an amazing family. It is here that I have found solace enough and clarity to see how God has blessed my life. It makes me want to cry.... and as a matter of fact, I did. Not only is His hand at work in my life, but is also at work in the life of the Green family and my roommate. Joy, unspeakable, has been my comfort, strength, and wisdom from God above.

When All Else Fails:

Yesterday was an ugly day. Rainy, windy, cold.... the perfect day for a funeral.... so we went to one. No, I really mean that we went to a funeral. We had to got for Pastoral Ministry class. Pastor John invited us to come down for the funeral for that assignment... fun times.

Yesterday was a day of odd meetings. I met 2 gentlemen from the Shendendoah district of the Wesleyan Church. That district is the one that covers the Virginia/West Virginia area. It is funny the connections that you make in the church. The chances of these meetings can only be that of the divine nature. To make a long story short: they have a church plant in Virginia Beach.

After the lunch meeting with one of the pastors from VA, I rushed back to the dorm and dawned the suit to go to the funeral. What can you say about a funeral? “It was AWESOME! Old dude rocked out on the pipe organ and the big dude tore it up about his dead dad?” I was a good funeral... those were exaggerations of what happened.

The plus about going to Saint John for the funeral was that we ended up at Brent’s house. His mom fed us supper. Mmmm home food. Got to see Kevin, Ashleigh, and Dad Green as well. Good times were had by all.

As per planned, we went to Matt’s to work on the van. it took from 9 - 11:15 to remove the present (past now) rear exhaust pipe and replacing it with the new one. There is only on problem: the tapered end on the exhaust pipe was too small. What do you do for that? Do I get a sleeve of metal to fill the gap or do I get the pipe cored to fit? Do I give up and take it out to a muffler shop? AHHHHH!

The important part is that there is at least a connection between the converter and the muffler so the van no longer sounds like a diesel.... the question with this.... when all else fails, where do you go from there?

(Soap Opera update: Covert Ops has informed me that someone specific would be excited on joining a friend on an outing that I will be a part off and also that there was much beaming during the lunch hour...... I hope that I am not being stupid... but it’s nice to hope)

Sunday, Sunday, Someday!:

Ok, so I know that it is Monday today, but I really could not think of a title for today’s blog. This weekend was pretty cool. There was a concert thing again on Saturday night and it was pretty cool. Glidden, Keezer, Drew, and DJ started a band called Strength for Today. They were sort of a hardcore band and to be honest, out of the other bands that were there (who have been together for a while), I enjoyed S4T the most. They did a hardcore cover of the worship song “Holiness”.... it all broke loose with the simple phrase “Take my life!”... a phrase begging God to form our lives in His image.

I have because pretty knowledgeable on the ways of the division of the mosh called hardcore dancing. I guess the best way that I’ve heard it described is “fighting invisible ninjas”. Glidden, who was their lead throat, gave the crowd a lesson on how to mosh. It was pretty funny. But that was all Saturday.

I guess that the tittle of my blog denotes that there is some soap opera in my life. There is drama in my life, but I worry about posting such personal items on this site. Honestly, I don’t know how many people read this site, but if you want to know, e-mail me and I will share the latest episode of my personal soap opera with you.

Later that day:

Frustration, aggravation... utter... “BLAH!”... so my first midterm went well, but my first attempt to fix the van.... not so great. I was able to get one clamp off, but that was it. The other is amazingly rusted and I haven’t a clue how to get it off. I think I spent an hour at Matt’s under the thing while my own voice echoes in my head “this job will be easy”... I was so upset.... so upset that I almost didn’t go to the opening season hockey game.... but I did anyway

I prayed to God that He would comfort me in some way and as those of you who know Him know, He came through. I realize that some things can be simple and may not have seem like much... but I believe that God uses people to cheer us up... God chose the right people to cheer me up.

As I have stated before, I don’t want to publish names or anything of the like because I don’t want miscommunication, but a smile from someone potentially (I say potentially, not that they are not already, but that special and simply the time to talk made the evening. Just to know that someone stopped to care enough how you are doing and wish you luck and blessing in the little things...ah...its refreshing.

How is it that someone can smile and the world turns upside down? That there eyes could look so sincere and piercing yet make your stomach do funny things. What is this feeling? I think I might be in like.