First day of classes

First day of classes = no stress and time on my hands to do nothing. I thought I might actually watch t.v. because I haven't done that in a while. (Movies don't count.) Then I realized why I don't ever watch t.v. There's nothing on there worth watching. Instead I am playing tennis tonight with Sara and Michael, which should be fun even though I haven't picked up a racket in a couple of years. It comes back quickly, doesn't it?

I had two classes today from 11:30 - 6:00 but since it was the first day, I of course, got out early. One of my profs doesn't have his card to teach in the states yet so he technically can't teach until next Monday. Glad I'm taking a computer class from someone who speaks little English and can't actually teach. (Sense the sarcasm?) Ok, I shouldn't talk like that. I'm looking foward to the semester but not really looking foward to this class.

That's all for now. More on the weekend later tonight.

Neat is the word of the week

That's right - neat. What a great word. Think about it. Ok, that's all I have to say about that.

I was talking with a friend today on AIM. I don't talk to her as often as some other people but we do catch up on things every once in a while, which is nice. While I was talking to her I was reading her info and noticed that what she had written in there was very familiar. I kept reading and then it hit me. "Oh my gosh, she's quoting me!" It made my day to see that she had quoted me in her profile on something I had said about friendships on this blog. What a great compliment from someone to actually quote you.

So I really have more than just that one thing that made my day. When I told my mom about it she said, "you are such a wonderful young Christian woman....We are so proud of you!!!!" My parents are great...Especially for letting me live with them all summer and for being patient with me at work.

Ok and the number three thing that made my day, or is making it - I'm going to see Matthew today. I've been trying to keep myself busy so time would fly by just a little bit faster. I think I've done pretty good because it's already 12:00 and I'm not ready to go yet...dang, I should get on that!

Peeing your Pants

I'm going to San Antonio tomorrow to see Matthew and I'm so excited I could probably wet my pants. Speaking of which, I know I'm not the only one that has been so excited or laughed so hard that they wet their pants. I might be the only one to admit it, but that doesn't stop me.

One night in high school I was driving around Bellville with Nikki and Anna. I can't remember what we were talking and laughing about, but the next thing you know, I wet my pants...now it wasn't much, but come on, you get excited and a little pee comes out, no big deal. What's funny is that we still refer to that night. Ahh, good times.

What was the point of writing this anyways? Maybe I'm just so excited I had to write it down.

"Give thanks to the Lord for He is good."

Psalm 118

I can remember a year ago thinking to myself, "Self, you have never been this happy before. What's the deal?" I couldn't answer that question then. However, I can answer it now and confidently say that I am that happy again...for different reasons though. (And now you are thinking, what on earth is she talking about?)

A year ago, I started a new chapter in my life. I was getting ready to start my sophomore year at A&M with a new major...haha, third time's a charm, right? I was so excited about architecture and can thankfully say that I still have the same passion for it as I did a year ago. But this time last year, I was going to school single...a new woman, changed for the good. It was my season and I was enjoying it. Everyday was a blessing and in everything there was reason to give thanks. Somewhere around the turn of the year I lost the excitement and joy I had for life. I spent the whole spring semester trying to get it back but couldn't figure out how to do it. It wasn't until the summer that I asked God to let me be fully single again, for my season - to focus only on Him, as He is my strength and my comfort. I hoped this was the answer I was looking for to get back to my happy place. All summer I prayed for to be fully single, to be comfortable and confident in myself. I said and genuinely meant, "God, I'm not looking for anyone. I am trusting you and know that when the time is right, you will put someone so amazing in my life. When the time is right, you will show him to me."

God is so amazing. When I wasn't looking, when I was happy to be single, God blessed me with the most wonderful person I have ever encountered, with the biggest heart for the Lord and for other people. Every moment I thank God for him. What is so beautiful about it is that I know this is God's work and not my own. I know it is God that put him into my life.

Now I'm getting ready to start school again but with a different happiness this year than last. Last year I was single for my season and this year God has blessed me with the most wonderful guy ever. I have a new excitement and energy for life and it's all because of God. I love the way he works in my life.

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good.

a note before I go to sleep

I am seriously the luckiest, most blessed girl in the world. Saying that I am happy doesn't do justice to how I really feel.

You Gotta Have Friends

I was singing that, by the way...think about it.

I keep losing the post that I was working on...dang...here goes another shot to attempt to get back what I lost.

I've been writing about friends a lot recently and surprise, this also is about friends. But without friends, where is the fun in life, right? This is the post I've been promising to write for the past couple of days with a little motivation from 2 old friends.

Over the past couple of days, I have had been blessed to get to know some very intriguing people. I owe all of that to Matthew, for they are all his friends. They all have such a love for life and all of their smiles could light up any room. (Ok, I've been using horrible cliches recently.) But seriously, they are great people and I enjoyed each minute I got to spend with them and look foward to spending more time with them in the future. Before I go any further, I must give a little shout out to Alex...sorry you had to go back to school earlier than everyone else, but I enjoyed the lunch we all had together before you left.

It is interesting to watch how people interact with friends and even more interesting to note the friends that they keep. What is the attraction that draws certain people to other people? I am speaking on a purely friendship/relationship point of view. Why do you choose the friends that you do and why do you keep them around? It isn't just because you have fun together. There is so much more to a friendship than what is just on the surface. For example, in high school I had a friend that I hung out with who knew how to have good, clean, sober fun. We dressed silly and drove around the square, blasting music out of the windows, singing as loud as we could. We had fun. I haven't talked to this particular person since we graduated high school. She was a friend on the surface, but below that, there was nothing. We had no connection to each other beyond both having the ability to have fun without alcohol. (I should say that she only didn't drink around me. So I'm thankful for that and hope that my prescence had some sort of effect on her.)

I have two friends from high school that I still keep in regular contact with - Nikki and J.R. They were my first friends that I made when I moved to Bellville in seventh grade. I should say that my reason for only keeping in contact with two people is not because I didn't have friends, but when you live in a small town, there aren't many people that you have the choice to be friends with. You are friends with some of the people you are friends with because if you weren't, you wouldn't have any friends unless you branched out to surrounding towns which happened sometimes but not often. I wasn't ever much for drama so while my sister took over the friends that enjoyed always fighting, I went with the more mellow people. (I shouldn't say that about Sara's friends. Point is, we ran around with different crowds and mine tended to care a lot less about drama and gossip than some of the other people.) I'm sure I will always be friends with Nikki and J.R. They are good, quality people and I have been blessed with their friendship.

Ok, Ok, Ok...(quick, name who says that). Back to what I was saying...what was I saying? Ahh...so this is really about the new friends that I have met over the past week. How can one person have so many wonderful friends. I thought you were supposed to have like 5 good friends for your entire life...but he can name off 5 good friends in ten seconds because he has so many. "People like [him]." Actually, it might be rather hard to name 5 because then he might be forced to choose and he could never do that. Friends are wonderful and so important for the development of your character. There is something to be said about a person who chooses good friends. You are the company that you keep. I might not know all of you as well as him, but because I know him and he loves y'all, I know y'all are wonderful people. Hugs for you all!

Two more pictures.

Pictures

Just a few pictures from the past couple of days...more to come later.

A Nice Little Cry for Some Special People

I'm only at work today to keep my mind occupied but it's not really working. It's still wandering to things more interesting than rates and transfers, which makes me wish I would have stayed home to watch a movie or paint or build some stairs for Randyll to get into my bed.

I stopped at my mom's office this morning before coming into work to talk with her. First we started talking about Sara and I just started crying to her. I haven't cried in a while. Maybe it had been stored up and waiting to come out, but once I started crying, I just couldn't stop. Sara is upset with me because I told her boyfriend to love her like she's the most important and special thing in the world. To be nice to her and to get over himself before he lost her. I guess I overstepped my bounds as a sister.

This has been a hard summer. I haven't seen Sara much and I miss her. Now that she isn't talking to me it just...well...sucks. I hate that word and don't say it much but it's the truth. I love my sister and want only the best for her. But I'm keeping my mouth closed now. I've always had an open-bed policy with Sara. By this I mean Sara was always welcome to crawl into bed with me whenever she wanted. There are times she would come crying and just want to sleep with me. If you've never experienced this I don't know if you could ever truly understand what I feel when Sara crawls in bed with me. We're twins and have always been close and there is something so special when she comes to me and is upset and wants me to make it better. And if I can't make it better, she just wants me to listen while she crys. She hasn't done this in a while and I don't see much of her. I'm not bitter...just sad that things have changed. There is only one thing I fear in life, and that is that Sara and I will one day not be as close as we used to be. I would die if Sara and I ever ended up like other siblings who never speak.

Besides weeping for Sara this morning at the office, I had a little cry on the way to work by myself. I met some truly incredible people this past week and this morning three of them had to leave to go back to school. I know that I will see them all again, especially those at Trinity, but it's sad to think that the summer is coming to an end. I guess on the positive side of things, it ended on a high note. And for any of y'all reading this, I think you all are great and truly some of the most wonderful people I have ever met. I will write more on that later but for now I have to get back to work...or pretend to work before my Dad walks in. (It is great working for him though. He let me off most of this week to hang out with all of y'all!)

God is speaking to me and He sounds like James Earl Jones

This will need some explaining.

I quite possibly just had the biggest epiphany of my life. I now understand that God wasn't just teaching me to give everything over to Him,to fully rely on Him, He was teaching me patience as well. Patience for school and patience for relationships. But He also had so much more planned for me this summer that I ever thought.

I figured God was teaching me that I can't plan my life when I didn't get into Environmental Design when I thought I would. A year ago I knew that I was supposed to be in Environmental Design but God wasn't ready for that to happen - not how I thought it should. Ultimately it's not up to me and I know that, but it took me a year of not getting what I wanted when I thought I should to realize that. (I should clarify that when I say I didn't get what I wanted, I am referring to my plans in school.) This is where the patience comes in. There are days I could just hear God saying to me, "Patience, my child. I have great things planned for you but you have to let me do the work in your life." I mean, I could hear the voice of God loud and clear and he sounded just like James Earl Jones. Ok, so maybe everyone hears God's voice how they want to, but when He speaks to me, He sounds like James Earl Jones.

I believe that everything happens for a reason. Even if you don't know why, there is a reason that will reveal itself eventually. I didn't know why I had to wait until this summer to get into Environmental Design instead of in the spring until now. To some, that's pretty quick...but when you think about it day after day like I did, it doesn't seem so quick. Well, I don't have to think about it anymore. It was made obvious to me today. You ready for this? (You might not think it's that big of a deal, but it is to me.)

Had I been accepted into Environmental Design in the spring, I would have stayed in College Station, taking classes all summer. But that's not what God wanted. He used this summer to strengthen many friendships and relationships that I have with people and show me some new ones, one in particular. Had I stayed in College Station, I wouldn't have met (again) one of the most incredible people I have ever come in contact with. Just thinking what it would have been like to have been accepted into Environmental Design now makes me sad. There's so much that I would have missed. But that's the beauty of it. I wasn't supposed to miss it. I am exactly where I am supposed to be. God is working in my life. He has complete control and it's the most wonderful feeling.

The other night I had a talk with God on the way home. Ususally my prayers are silent, but on this night, I needed to speak outloud to Him. So I didn't really have a talk, it was more of a conversation. Just me and God who sounds like James Earl Jones. It's such a beautiful relationship that we have with Him, to be able to cry out to Him, "I need you right now, God" and know that He's always there. But that's really another story for another time.

My Mother

I have a special relationship with my mother and didn't realize that many girls don't have the same relationship that we do until recently. I know my parents think that Sara and I are gifts from God - precious miracles, but I think I feel just as blessed to have them as my parents.

My day started out with my mom coming in and sitting on my bed for some girl talk. Most people would be annoyed to wake up with their mother sitting on their beds, but I find there is something so beautiful about it. My mother is very involved in my life and knows just about everything that goes on. We talk all the time, even when I'm away at school. When she sat down to talk, all I could say to myself was, "Yes, this is what a relationship between a mother and a daughter should be like."

My mother is great. We've always been close but after I left for college we became closer. When I lived in the house, she had to be the parent but now she has become my best friend. I'm living with my parents this summer and while I still must call to check in and let them know what I am doing, what time I am going to be home, I still have a lot of freedom. Two nights ago I walked in at 2:30 in the morning. I figured she would be asleep. (I forgot that she usually gets up between 2-3:30 to go to the bathroom every night.) When I walked in, she was sitting at the computer with a 2 litre bottle of coke, drinking directly from the bottle. (No, not all of it - there was only a little bit left but it makes for a great image, doesn't it?)

Instead of being upset that I was home an hour later than I said I would be, she looked at me, took a drink of coke, and laughed with me when I laughed at her for drinking from the bottle. Then she wanted to talk about my evening and all I had done. I have no problem talking with my mother and telling her things about my life. We are very open with each other and I value that. It wasn't until just recently that I figured out that I really don't have to tell her anything. She can read me like book - ahh, horrible cliche, did I just use that? Seriously - she knows me more than I thought. And you know, I'm happy about that. It's great that she can ask me a question and all I have to do is smile and she knows exactly what I am thinking...ahh, conversations without words are great. I love my mother...

On a different note but keeping with the family thing...my grandfather is 82 and writes emails to people. Is he not the coolest or what?

A tradgedy for hair

Today is a day of mourning for the women of the Marek household. We lost a dear friend this morning around 7:30. I begged Chi to hold on just a little longer but that just didn't happen. Yes, my straightener has a short in it. I can no longer straighten my hair. My mom is upset by this also. She too, uses the Chi.

This is a serious problem, you see. I'm fine to let my hair go curly but you can never predict when it will be having a good day. If it were a bad curly hair day, all I have to do is run the straightener over it and what do you know...what was once a bad curly hair day has become a good straight hair day!

I don't know how long we will be able to go without a straightener. I'm not really happy about having to shell out a bunch of money for another one, but what must be done must be done. Good thing pay day is tomorrow, right?

In other news, I think my dead great grandparents are haunting our house right now. MY dog was so spooked by something this morning and we can't figure out what it was. When I took him to my grandparent's house (yes, they dog sit him every day), he was still a little scared. For those that don't know, I live in my great grandparent's house.

Peter Pan, Heart, and Three Hours of Sleep

How in world are they related you ask? Good question, I'll explain...

Last night I had another blast from the past that kept me up until 4:00 this morning. I had three hours of sleep before coming into work this morning and let me just say that I feel GREAT! Why sleep when I can function on three hours? We had a great conversation - one of the best I've had in so long.

When I lived in Houston my mother played tennis with a group of women. All of the children ran around together and played at the tennis courts while they had their match. The girls built mud pies, which were referred to as "sissy pies" last night and the boys dug tunnels. We climbed trees together, played on the tire swing. Wait a second - they played on the tire swing, I watched and that was enough to make me want to throw up. I met Lori at the tennis courts when we were six and we have remained best friends since then. But Lori is not my blast from the past. I see her all the time. My blast from the past will be referred to as Peter Pan for reasons that I won't explain. All you need to know is that flying is his super hero power...that's right.

This is where Heart comes in. If you remember from childhood days, "When your powers combine, I am Captain Planet." (I know you were just saying that in the voice.) And since every flying super hero needs a trusty sidekick, Peter Pan gets Heart...ahem...me...I'm Heart for those that didn't catch onto that. We haven't developed a story yet, but you can be sure there will be one - a good one. I'm willing to bet it will be more interesting than this post.

So there - Peter Pan, Heart, and three hours of sleep...but I'm not done.

My mom walked in a few minutes before 4:00 after going to the bathroom and just stood there laughing at me. "What could you possibly still be talking about?" Oh there's lots mom. The last time we saw each other was two years ago. And before that I can't ever remember - so there's lots of catching up to do.

My dad told me I should to go to sleep at 12:00. "Alright Dad, I'm right behind you!" I said that with the best of intentions but the conversation was so good I couldn't pull myself away. I developed an elaborate plan around 3:30 in the morning just in case he woke up. You know after 2:00 is when the best plans are made! I shut the door to my room and turned off all the lights in the house. Back in the computer room, I kept an eye on the bathroom just incase the light flicked on. I can tell my parents apart from their footsteps (can't most people?) so when it flicked on, I listened carefully. At first it was just the dog and then my mom appeared. Had it been my dad that I heard, I was going to make a mad dash for the sofa in the back room and act like I had fallen asleep back there. Not that he would have cared - he just wanted to make sure I was up and able to go to work in the morning.

My parents are pretty easy going. Once in high school me and some friends snuck out of the house to make a movie all night all around town. But my parents are so cool I just said, "Mom, Dad - on Thursday night Sara and I are sneaking out of the house. We'll be gone all night." They just laughed...alright Haley, whatever you want to do. Don't get into trouble. I should now say that we broke a bench in the bank that night. But another story for another day. Haha...fun night.

I don't remember what I was writing about now. I've totally gone off on another tangent. I'll just wrap things up then. I very much enjoyed my conversation with Peter last night. I woke up with a new freshness of life...oh, that's what I was going to say. He's got a great outlook on life and is so full of life that you can't help but talk to him. When people are like that, you want to know more about them, know what it is that makes them so happy. So of course I had to talk...until 4:00. It was so refreshing to listen to him talk about life, his faith, old memories. Three hours of sleep isn't a lot of sleep, but this morning, I woke up feeling great. Good conversations just do that to me, I guess. Rise and shine and give God the glory!!

A poem for Nikki

No one is as lucky as me!
My best friend is pretty Nikki.
She makes me smile
And laugh a while.
And sometimes I wet my pants!

That's for you, Nikki! You rock the rock I call my world! Muah!

Come Ye Sinners

Come ye sinners, poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore
Jesus ready, stands to save you
Full of pity, love and power

Come ye thisty, come and welcome
God's free bounty glorified
True belief in true repentance
And every grace that brings you nigh

I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
And in the arms of my dear Saviour
There are ten thousand charms

Come ye weary, heavy laden
Lost and ruined by the fall
If you tary until you're better
You will never come at all

Words by Robbie Seay

Make new friends, but keep the old

I had a conversation with a friend last night that I hadn't spoken to in a while. Everytime we talk, we have a very good conversation, going back and forth with questions and comments for each other...you know, the way a conversation should go. (I also found out tonight that some people just don't know how to have a conversation at all but I'm not talking about that right now. I'm talking about friends.)

From high school, I have five friends that I keep in regular contact with by writing emails, chatting on aim, or a phone call. We always have so much to say to each other. They were great friends in high school and they are great friends now. With each person there was a falling out of sorts at one time or another and now our friendships are stronger. Each one of us is able to hold each other accountable for our actions. How great is that to be able to be so truthful with your friends? What are friends for if not to hold us accountable?

"Make new friends but keep the old..." That's so true. In college I have also made some good friends. Each one has such a strong relationship with Christ. It's amazing the people that He has put into my life. I have never met so many people as strong in their faith as I have met in college. With them, I truly feel that I am where I am supposed to be in my life.

Dang, I'm having a brain fart right now...I'll get back with this one later.

On a side note...everyone needs to check out Dave Barnes at www.davebarnes.com. All of his music is great so check out his sight and listen to some music, buy a CD and support the arts! Keeping with the music, I got word today that my main man Matt Wertz will have an EP out in early September with three new songs never recorded and two remixes by Ed Cash. More on that later...

And just to end this post, this has been running through my head since Saturday night...

Comet, it makes your face turn green
Comet, it tastes like gasoline
Comet, it will make you vomit
So buy some Coment and vomit today

How's that for a blast from the past?

I just lost the last entry I was writing...crazy computer problems...so I will update tomorrow. Stay tuned.

Randy enjoying a drive 

The two guys in my life - Dad and Randy 

Windmill 

Crossing 

Train Tracks 

Train 

AIDS in Africa

Here are just two pictures of the people in Africa struggling with AIDS. Still waiting on the Manna from Heaven website to get up and running.

Iced Tea 2

I found my wallet. It was hiding from me in my purse...

I just went to Sonic and got my iced tea sweetened to perfection by Splenda and am having a much better morning. I still shut my office door though.

Iced Tea

I just got into work. It's 10:18. I have closed the door to my office...well, my office until my dad returns from Africa which is around 9:30 later tonight. That means good-bye big comfy chair, desk to pile my stuff, and a door that I can close to unwanted visitors. It also means good-bye to making my own hours...arg...that's beside the point.

I'm on my way to work and decide that I really need a large ice tea from sonic to get me through this day. I'm tired and just really don't feel like being here. I'd rather be reading my book. (The final book in the series that I am reading, which, by the way, is just as good as the other two.) I pull into Sonic and start to look around and see how much cash I have on me...looking through the purse, can't find the wallet, no money floating around in the car...what??? I have no cash and my wallet has turned up missing! (I should say that yesterday I lost my dad's keys and had a little freak fest while my mom was on the phone with me.) I don't lose things too often so when I do, I don't handle it well.

All I want is an iced tea...large, with extra ice, sweetened to perfection with Splenda...and I want it from Sonic because everyone knows their ice is the best! But no, that's too much to ask this morning! So what do I do?? Have another little freak fest and cry a few tears for the iced tea that I won't have today.

I walk right into the office and close my office door behind me. I really don't feel like talking to anyone today. An iced tea would have made my day so much better...

And here I am, have everything to be thankful for, and I'm complaining about an iced-tea. Some people have never tasted iced tea and I'm complaining about not having it when I want it. This thought just made my day worse...aye.

LORD of the Streets

Yesterday I woke up at 4:50 to go into Houston with my mom to feed the homeless in the area. We went with our church in Katy – Church of the Holy Apostles. It’s an Episcopal Church. After Gene Robinson, the gay bishop, was consecrated in Connecticut a few years back, our church home in Bellville had a bit of a falling out. Whenever I am in Bellville, I worship with my parents in Katy. It’s a wonderful church filled with the Lord. But I digress.

I was in complete meditation the whole way into Katy. Due to some recent events, I didn’t feel that my heart was in the right place to serve. I just couldn’t serve food to the homeless without being in the right place with God. Due to the circumstances, I can’t expand much on this but I can say that by the time I got to the church, the spirit had been renewed in me and I was ready to serve.

After arriving at the church in Katy, we waited for everyone to get there, then in a caravan of cars, left for downtown Houston. We served at another Episcopal Church – Trinity. Before serving breakfast, we had the chance to join the church service with them. It was so wonderful to be in worship with the very people that we would be serving and to see the love they had for the Lord. Granted, some were asleep. I’m sure this is the only day they are able to sit in a comfortable pew with either the air or heat on, depending on the time of the year. But they know if they come to church, they get breakfast afterwards. For some, it’s the only full meal they will have all week. So maybe God is using food to get the people to church, but they’re there, aren’t they?

We took communion with them…from the same bread and the same cup of wine. It was such a good feeling to share this with them. Not many got up to take communion, but it was great to share with the ones that did. Some that didn’t take communion chose to have a healing prayer prayed over them from the preacher.

Now I must say something about the preacher. There couldn’t be a better man for the job than this very man. Sadly, I don’t remember his name. But he was so great with these people – his congregation. He truly is a shepherd looking out for his sheep. Apparently there was an episode last week where they all rushed to the tables during the closing song. The preacher made sure to remind everyone that they would all receive food and that it was rude to just leave during the song to go get the food. He said if it happened again, he would make sure that table was served last…so after the song, everyone waited to be dismissed.

I was a hot chocolate pourer all morning. These people loved their hot chocolate too. I couldn’t keep it coming fast enough. And after every cup I poured, each one said thank you, miss...or God Bless you, miss….or you pray for us and we pray for you…things of that nature. They were so grateful for the food and drinks. There were two little children there too. I don’t know if it was their father, but a man always made sure he had my attention in case the little ones needed some more to drink.

After everyone had enough to eat and drink, they left, we cleaned up, and then we took sack lunches to some people that hadn’t shown up. There is a place under a certain bridge than many of these men (mostly men) live. I have taken stuff to them before with my family so I knew where we were and what to expect. On Christmas Eve, my family took coats and blankets to them. That night it snowed in Houston. This day we took food and water and within ten minutes, they had basically wiped us clean. All except for a few bottles of water and sack lunches that were saved for another part of town. We went and delivered this food after departing the bridge.

There were just a few men at the final location. We handed out the food and water to them, told them it was going to be hot and that they needed to stay hydrated. They were grateful and like the previous location, everything was gone within ten minutes. Actually here it was more like five. There was one man who had everything he owned with him on the side of the sidewalk. He was in a t-shirt and boxers…said he had just washed everything because he didn’t have anything else to wear and that was the reason for him in his boxers. He was a very nice man.

We returned to our church in Katy, attended Sunday School and the service. It’s amazing how much we accomplished before 9:30 in the morning. How much time do we waste each day sleeping or watching television, or doing nothing at all? I will admit, I do need my sleep or I can’t function, but maybe I do need to reprioritize my day. More often than not, I find that I am “too tired” after working to just sit down with God. I say my prayers and read my Bible, but how much time do I actually devote to him? I mean really to be with him? Not enough, that’s for sure. I can’t feed the homeless everyday, but there are other things that I can do.

God has given me a servant’s heart and I intend to use it in the ways he has planned for me. I am so grateful.