A Title...The Most Important Part...Yay or Nay

Today was a day that will go down in history...why? I don't know...it just sounded like a good way to start off my blog for this evening. It is currently 2:33 am and I am exhausted, thats right, tired. What would attribute to my current state of sleep deprivation? It could be due to the fact that I was up late working last night then staying up until 5 keeping Azalea company as she worked. Or it could be because of my day...
Today started off as many other Sabbath's do...sleeping, sleeping then suddenly out of no where an alarm clock is blaring crazy tunes in your head and chasing away all that sleep that once engulfed you. Now you are sitting upright staring at the wall trying to figure out if getting up is something you actually want to do or whether you should just skip church and sleep. At first you feel great, in fact, you feel spectacular however this feeling only lasts a few minutes. Suddenly, a wave of tiredness washes over top of you drowning you in your lack of sleep and tossing you around as though you were a sailboat caught in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. In other words, you realize that you want to just be sleeping for the rest of the day. You fight this feeling just as a mouse tries desperately to fight off a cat but just as the cat sits there and merely pokes at the mouse until it finally bites the poor things head off, tiredness plays games with you too. One second you feel fine *poke* then suddenly a wave of sleepiness washes over you and you fight back feeling as though you are winning but alas...ok I'm getting carried away with my descriptions of sleep deprivation probably because I'm suffering from it at this current moment in time. So...alarm clock has rang and now comes the time for shower...it used to be I could get ready for church in 10 minutes. Alarm clock rings I shower, get dressed, do hair and run out the door in 10 minutes. Now, 10 minutes later I'm climbing out of the shower and fumbling for the cream to put on my poor burning legs that are bleeding from the attack of the angry raisers! Then after cooling off the poor legs you get half dressed and stand there, staring at your white body in the mirror and mumbling under your breath about looking like a scared, white mouse that has just been beat up by a cat. Next, you find the cream for your face which at this point is burning as though it has a thousand torches on it and after cooling this you reach for your toothbrush only to discover that after brushing your teeth your breath still smells like morning breath because of the Chinese food you ate the night before. So you drink a bunch of water and start chewing the ol' gum. The next step is the deodorant which is important if you have body odor...I love my arm pits. Finally you look into the mirror again, you are dressed by this point or wearing dress pants and a tank when you realize your head looks like a combat zone. It is a mixture of wet hair and towel head. At this point you have two options...brush it out and pray it flattens on its own or blow dry it then straighten it. So you opt for the third...your room mate who knows how to do cool things with hair. Thus a messy bun is formed and I go to church. Oh...did you think this was my whole day...nope! This was only the first 25 minutes. Don't worry I won't go into as much detail with the rest.
At church I sit and listen as the sermon is preached on a really good topic. He talks about Peter walking on water. He, Richard Gary, said, its not the miracles that make our faith grow but rather the storms. I stop and think, what an interesting concept. He goes on to explain that the 12 disciples had just witnessed an amazing miracle, Jesus feeding the five thousand. However after eight hours of a storm Peter decides to get out of the boat and walk to Jesus. He also points out that out of 12 only 1 stepped out of the boat into the stormy seas. Another interesting concept. I'll let you think on this and if you have any further questions I'll continue it on another blog tomorrow night. Just remember, stormy times in life are not bad, they increase our faith and we should pray for more and be willing to step out of the boat (our comfort zone) and in doing so we will be walking closer to Jesus.
After a really good sermon Andrew, Azalea, Mike and Adri and myself head to Hana's place for some amazing food. Of course the kids end up crawling all over Michael and Adri and I couldn't help but comment on how cute I think they will be as parents one day...Adri glares, Michael laughs. I also discovered that kids have this amazing amount of energy that never seems to run out. The little guy comes over to me and has me tossing him into the air and swinging him back and forth like a pendulum on a clock. My arms were burning! At 7 we headed back to the dorm and Azalea and I met up with Steve and we headed over to another Mark Twain on Slavery performance. It was good as well. I ordered pizza and Steve, Azalea and myself sat in the canteen and talked until 11. It was a good evening...or rather a good day and although I am suffering from lack of sleep still, I am glad that all went well today! Anyways folks my shift is over and my replacement is here...until later