Apologies

Hey guys...sorry I haven's posted in so long. Exam season tends to make me very self-centered. My entire focus is on studying, packing, and moving. I am approximately a month behind in my OneYear too, which shows you where God's Word unfortunately fits into this. Well, God has definately been doing a ton to grow me up lately. First of all, we had VEISHEA. I think I've posted once since then, but that was definately a great time. I got to talk to some really interesting people, and get some great input on how to target different age groups. Then there were the actual Dead and Finals weeks. And during Finals week there was the joy of moving into my first apartment. I am so incredibly psyched about and I really hope God can use me there. My future roomate and I have already met about 1/2 the people in my area, and they all seem really open and friendly. I invited them to the Lone Strangers shows, but didn't really give them enough time...though they did express a ton of interest in getting to hear one of their shows. God's definately using my apartment in a few ways to really grow me up. First off there is one major vice I have that God's really been putting in on my heart to get rid of...sadly it doesn't agree. So, God has organized it so I really can't access this vice for the next three months...which, hopefully will be enough to break me of it. The other thing is kind of a combination. First of all, in some situations I am majorly afraid of the dark. My first night in the apartment I completely flipped out and lost it. I was a nervous wreck...about ready to call my roomate and beg her to move in now. However, my natureal reluctance to ask for help sort of paid off then. Instead of calling her, I turned on my Religious Inspiration playlist, filled with my favorite worship songs...and read Acts because I've been wanting to for a while. I carried the iPod around with me constantly until bedtime...then slept will the hall night on. I really think that night, when God was there for me the first time I desperately needed Him, definately changed our relationship. I feel like I'm a lot more willing to trust Him now on things I don't neccesarily immediately agree on. Have you ever seen the movie Under the Tuscan Sun? It's a pretty good movie, but in it this woman holds on to an image of Mary all through a huge thunderstorm, and the fact that Mary stuck by her and kept her safe, changed their relationship. It opened up a new facet of trust. That's what's happened to me. My family lives 1200 miles away from where I live in Ames, so I usually fly home. I once read a statistic that said that about 70% of airplane crashed happen within the first 10 seconds...or something along those lines. Anyway, since then I'm always slightly paranoid during the take-off since that's when things are more likely to go wrong. This time flying I just naturally turned to God. Rubbing my cross always makes me feel better, and just spending the first five minutes or so of each flight in prayer helped me stay so much longer...that and repeating that if God wants me to die then fighting Him is wrong, and if He doesn't then I'm ok. Well, on that perky note I'm going to go try and break into my sister's room...don't worry, the actuality is a lot better than it sounds. Stay cool blogger land.