For Old Times’ Sake

I’d like to make a thankful list for old time sake before I go to sleep tonight.

  • For my new bubble bath that smells like oranges.
  • For my short(er) hair doo.
  • For my neighbour who I run into in the hall often. She will always tell me how great I look. Her compliments are always so meaningful and it makes my day.
  • For Italian Lime Sodas at Stone’s Throw to keep me hydrated.
  • I finally got some writing done for my playwrighting class. Whenever I write fiction it comes out so bizarre and zany. But you know, whatever. It’s just the first-ish draft so I’m gonna try not to judge, get it all out and judge it later.
  • There have been a couple sad and disappointing things that have happened recently but I can see Jesus working in them all. Even if the answers to some of my prayers are ‘no’ I can still see him working and moving. They may be blessings in disguise.
  • I visit on a weekly basis with my creative writing prof. We’ve become better friends during COVID and have some of the best convos about the world, writing, the creative life and art. She’s very well read and I’m quite elementary in comparison but she goes out of her way to let me know she values my opinion. It seems like such a small thing that would be common sense but not everyone does it. She does and it means the world to me.
  • My managers at London Drugs have been so patient with me and accommodate when needed. They are more gracious with me than I am with myself.
  • My friend and life coach, Amy, met with me yesterday to do another session. It was so helpful and freeing. The session was a massive blessing to me but today I realized how blessed I was to call Amy a friend. She had shared a difficult situation she was walking through during this time. We talked and prayed and then she coached me through my obstacle. What blew me away–and the reason  I’m grateful– is because even though she was having a difficult time she still wanted to be there. She still cared enough to be vulnerable and show up when it would be easier to just not. That meant so much to me because it showed me that she cared.
  • I’m re-reading “The Case for Christ” by Lee Stroebel. It’s about this guy who’s wife converted to Christianity so he did an investigation into it and applied all if his analytical skills that he learned as a legal journalist. He researches it and asks all these tough questions about contradictions in the bible, how do we know Jesus even existed, is the Bible even valid text, stuff like that. In the edition I had read before, he also dug into topics about how could a loving God send people to hell? Or what happens to babies when they die? I haven’t found that part in this edition yet but what I have read has been very thought-provoking and kinda comforting.

Anyway, I need to cut this short cuz I’m pooped. I’ll probably publish this without a feature image. Too tired.