hah, now ruth can't say I didn't post on sunday

yesterday was good
heh
always seem to say that
well, its because any day that I spend time in the house of my God is good

yes, I did go shopping with joelle
oh dont look so shocked!
standing around while she tries on 5 different outfits
no comment

then, service
commissioning
I had hoped I wouldn't be first
then brother victor went :" first up, mr...."
in my mind: oh crud
"gideon goh!"
"cruddddddd. smiles now"

heh
yes, I'm being random
then, midway through worship
"Gid, stay silent for a second"
"yea God?"
"Do you hear that?
Its the sound of a broken people
Its the sound of a strengthened army
Its the sound of desperation
Its the sound of revival"
My God is the best poet ever

pretty much summed up my day
and I eagerly await the sept holidays
however short they may be
DRONG! I want my holiday!



Dear _______,
I don't think I care much what the world thinks anymore. And I know I'm such a wuss, texting you like that. But... its because I can't myself to tell you face to face. I hate giving you up. I really do. I've been wrestling with God for the past few months, because I needed to know if there was another way, but there isn't. I've talked to Him, whined at Him, demanded of Him, but there just isn't. And I cried at the altars, because I knew I had to. The others, I don't know how they did it. How they gave up what meant so much to them. I don't know how they did it, but I have to. And I'm sorry. For the umpteenth time, I'm sorry.