So today something really cool happened. 
I was at work just doing my thing, when someone from my old highschool in Qualicum walked in.
Now, I recognized him right away, but I wasn't sure if he knew me. 
We chatted for a bit, the way I normally do with strangers, when he looked at me and said "Molly... right? You went to school with me way back".
Now, not only did I remember this kid as one of those boys who got up to "no good" with the majority of my female friends, and would rather get stoned than ever go to class, I also remembered him as someone else. In grade nine, he broke his leg and shared a hospital room with my dying mother. 
I mentioned this to him (I left out the part about her no longer being with us) and suffice it to say he thought it was a fairly odd thing for me to recall. He then proceeded to hold up a giant bible he had been carrying and told me that he was on his way to church. We spent a few more minutes talking about my impending trip to Winnipeg/Training College, and he gave me his card. 
(He's some big Christian musician now.)
I just thought I'd document this story, because I love when I see such shining examples of Jesus giving true hope to those who lack. 

We've been called up to bat... you in?

Oh, the beauty of fairytales. Underdogs win. Frogs become princes. 
In the Gospels of Grace, we catch a glimpse of our dreams of glory.  

We see that fairy tales can come true. Jesus, this historical world-shaker, 

claimed to espouse as his mission the realeasing of the imprisoned and the loving of the unloved.

  He walked into the playground of the ancient eastern world and chose players for His team. 

His choices shocked those chosen, and baffled those observing in the stands 

of tradition and political correctness. 
The gospel teaches, in a sense, that He has drafted each of us. 

Though we stand back, awkward and amazed, He hands us the bat. 

Though we're frogs, He kisses us. Though we're ugly stepchildren, 

He makes the slipper somehow fit. 
He came, and comes, to give life to the lifeless. 
(Chris Maxwell, Beggars Can Be Chosen)

No worries, today I'm going to...

Wait Wait Wait Wait a minute
Hold up
STOP
...The press

I woke up today without that 5 million pound boulder of stress on my chest and now I feel blessed and can rest. 

Oh! to rest these weary extremities that have been inflicted with infirmities unseen or experienced by them before

So tell me, what does the future have in store?

I don't know

I'm just going to let today be today, I'm going to wake up this morning with a smile on my face, look in the mirror brush my teeth and not wrack my brain wondering weather shes going to call me or not because when a girl says "lets just be friends," what she really means is "I'm never going to talk to you again." 

Accept it
Move on
I just did

And after that I'm going to put on my play clothes, go in the front yard and climb that pecan tree like I did last week, but this time I'm not going to get halfway up it and start debating weather morality is...

A social adaptation
A product of Evolution
Or put there, by God

I'm just going to climb the thing and have fun like I did when I was a kid

And after that I'm going to go to vertebrate zoology class and listen to my boring lifeless instructer talk about how there are 50 different species of minnow in Arkansas alone.

But I'll smile
Nod
SHOW INTEREST
Act interested 

(because that really is interesting if you think about it. Think about it)

And then after that I'll go home and have lunch. The same ol' boring lunch again! Two more fricken' frozen monterey jack bean and cheese burritos with a glass of distilled water and an Orange. But I'll give thanks that I do have food to eat because so many peple don't

And after that Ill go to work and paint But I'm not going to paint that boring eggshell white on that old ladys wall like she requested...no, I'm not going to do it. I'm going to pretend I'm a juvenile Leonardo Da Vinci and paint a stick figure masterpiece of a young couple frolicking in a field of flowerswith little butterflies and gophers popping up here and there. (I'm sure the old lady will appreciate it later in life)

And after that, I'm going to have dinner with my Paw Paw and when he cries to me about how his arthritis is bad his own daughter rejects him he's sad, I'll put my arm around himand listen watch his old weary eyes glisten as he experiences my love for him.

And after that I'll go home, sit on the floor and start singing songs to the one that gave me this joy that I'm feeling, but it's more then just some fleeting feeling, it's eternal truth in which I am reeling.

And then at night I lay my head to rest without the slightest bit of fright or fret knowing I made the day the best I could

And that God truly is good

Let me be a lighthouse

Let me be a lighthouse, shining on the sea
So you can see me showing you where to be
And row, row, row your boat to shore
And let, let, let my heart adore 
you as never before
The birds that sing are the only company I keep
And the sun, as it shines, reminding me of times spent with you
When we had nothing to do
But take walks in parks, and kiss each other
And watch the sparks
And drive down country roads
And sing songs that we both know
We called them lazy days
And we found so many ways to simply enjoy one another
Can we now return to those times?
There is your hand, now here take mine
And look into my eyes, and I'll look into yours
And you tell me stories, and I'll tell you stories, 
Of things that have happened in each other's absence
And we'll let our light shine across the sea
Showing others of the love now complete
And we'll make a vow, the opposite of treason
And we'll thank God for giving us another reason
to thank him for the gifts that he gives, like
You to me, and me to you
And us to the world, 
And the world to us.

Bradley Hathaway