Love-hate relationship

I have discovered that I have a love-hate relationship with the Holy Spirit. Sometimes the Spirit is awesome, and then there are times when I wish that the Spirit would just leave me alone, ha ha. Like tonight, I am reading and there is a cross reference to Psalm 42:1, which says, "As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God." At first I simply thought that it was a pretty verse, but before long that still, small and painfully annoying voice said, "Do you really pant for God like that." Because the picture painted here is not of a deer gracefully drinking from water, but of a parched animal in the desert longing for water. Picture walking through the Las Vegas desert on a blistering July day where the temperatures are well over 110, you are not kind of thirsty, you are dying. To be honest I really do not think that I long for God like that. Do you?

Year end calculations

Look back over the past year... Where were you this time last year? Have you grown spiritually since then? Have you made positive improvements on your life? Or has everything remained the same? Have you kept the resolutions you made last year or did they evaporate?

One year ago I was not exactly the same person I am right now. A year ago I was not very open with anyone (except for one person up in Canada) about my life. I pasted the happy face on and prayed I would make it to the end of the day. I know I have a lot of growing up left to do, but I have to say that there were some improvements over the past year, most of which happened during the summer. It was summertime that I finally got up the guts and told a few teachers my testimony, was baptized, and learned a lot about God from the kids at the camp I served at. I am still of the opinion that the teachers met and planned what they were going to write out in my year book. If you don't know my testimony and would like to know just come and talk to me sometime.

This may come as a shocker but after Christmas I plan on not crocheting or knitting anymore.