It's been a while and I couldn't resist or "sorry chaps I'm a little drunk and feel a state after sleeping rough last night, let me lean on this wall'

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#4

At 8:33 this morning I called #4's mum's house to get their phone number so I could call them (monday night didn't quite go exactly how I planned). Much to my surprise (and their's) #4 answered the phone. (Didn't see that one coming).
After the weirdness had passed I explained I had called to get their number because I wanted to have a chat. They gave me their mobile and landline number, said they were busy this evening and we went on with our day.

Stolen faith

I've been getting to know a friend of mine alot more recently and faith has come up quite alot. Now, I'm not really going to be explict in my details but I'll just say this, on his year out he said God spoke to him very clearly saying that he loved him exactly for who he was. I can remember at the time thinking how incredible this was and I also remember seeing him worshiping at fridays with everything he had and being inspired. He had this amazing relationship with God that I've not see in anyone in ages, this passionate, real relationship of love for his God.

However, the 'christians' he came into contact with made him feel he wasn't good enough and that God didn't love him for who he was. As he explained this to me this evening I couldn't help but feel a deep sadness for him and I did well up at points, I was also burning with anger.

How dare anyone attack and steal someone's faith like that.
How dare they!?

Ok, maybe I was wrong

Probably one of the funniest Jackie Chan scenes ever

Memory lane

http://igotideasbut.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-heavenly-dad.html

I just found this, and really wanted to comment and offer some words of encouragement, unfortunately, while blogger has left beta they didn't include time travel in their design plans.

Home

It's all a bit funny at the moment.
On thursday a friend and I packed up my life in to boxes and many many carrier bags (truly the best way to pack) and took them to Pete's house where I will be living for the next twenty or so days and well...I miss home, I miss bakers road, I miss my bed and my pc set up how I like it, I miss my stereo and how my speakers can vibrate the room, I miss my sofa and the chilledness of it all. I feel very welcome here, but it doesn't feel like home.

ah mate

still can't believe she was 13...that's just so wrong.

Odd day and other stuff

So, I just found out the girl I was dancing with at Mr and Mrs Ward's wedding was about 13...

Anyway.

No wait...why the heck didn't someone say something!? Seriously, right there is the reason why I don't want daughters. Better still, I just realised I managed to get a load of black stuff on my hand without realising so I now have a nice black smear across my face. Sweet!

The list, I've been thinking alot about it recently. There is one more to go and I really feel this is something that I should only be doing while I'm 23, (according to the internet "Dave's Real Age: 23.989"). I've found this all to be quite a weird experience, I don't normally make it a habit to drag up old news, past uncomfortable conversations and very much 'cu next thursday'ish things I've done. I still shy away from these sort of situations however I sometimes catch myself in a moment saying "mate, look at the example you've set yourself so far, keep at it, face this situation".

Meeting #3 didn't go how I expected it to. We arranged to meet so I could 'say my piece' face to face however, things didn't really go to plan and I ended up saying it over the phone. I decided that while I valued face to face conversation, what I needed to say and the appology was way more important and so couldn't wait. We arranged to meet in a pub a few hours later and (after I arrived an hour late) it was like nothing had changed thank God! There was a whole ton of catching up and laughter, at one point the entire pub went silent because of us...well it was mostly number 3...I kinda wish I could speak about this person by name so you would know how much this means to me, but I feel it wrong to name drop so I won't. Later that night I managed to lock my keys in my bike so my friend's brother drove us back to Norwich from Wymondham to find my spare key, then took me back again to get my bike, then I drove home again. Don't think I got home til about 2am which sucked as I had work at 9 the next day. Ouch.

I think I've said before but this person just seems to find it so easy to give love to people. I find being with them incredibly challenging as I think this person exhibits and shows grace to other more than anyone I know of in church. So yeah, I'm really happy. A friendship have been restored by the grace of God. And the weird thing is, this person said "it's strange, you always seem to pop back in my life just when I need you the most". Please pray for them and their family.

So on to being 23.989 years of age. I'm repeating myself, but this needs to be complete by the time I'm 24. (Funny thing, when I was 22 I said I didn't feel like Jon Foreman, I'm begining to feel like I am now. I'll explain that another day.) I view this as a journey God has been taking me on regardless of how I'm acting. I mean, apart from the other night, I haven't really read my bible in a while, apart from short mumbles, I haven't really prayed, but I'm really getting into this worship thing and seem to have this sense of God nudging and poking me in the right direction, again, regardless of my actions. I almost view it as a parent who has stopped talking...no, that's not it, chooses to communicate by leaving post it notes on the stairs for their child to read while staggering up the stairs at 4am.

So yeah, #4, as always, now doesn't feel like right time, IT NEVER DOES, but then again, the right time will never come. I gotta go for it.

Can you play this?