Rediscover

I am about to go to church for the first time in half a year.

Half a year.

It's youth group, not really straight-up conservative Sarah-Palin church. Does it matter? I don't think it does.

I look up to the people who find Him every day. They see Him, they feel Him, they learn from Him. Every day. I wish I could do that.

Granted, I've been trying. But it's so easy to turn and hate those little ditzy brunettes with the short-shorts, Uggs, and the aggressively-straightened hair. It's so easy to disregard the parental units. It's so easy to ignore everybody else and just concentrate on me.

To be selfish

To be lazy

To be everything I don't want to be.

I talk to Him a lot, more casually than I should, I think.

Me: Hey, God. What are we gonna do today?

What I presume He says: Whatever you want to do.

Me: We're going to school.

Him: Okay.

Him: How was your day?

Me: It was okay, with the usual drama.

Him: Drama?

Me: Yes, You know.

Him: Yes, I know. What are you going to do about it?

Me: I don't know. You'll show me the right way, won't You?

Him: As always.

After these conversations, everything seems work out okay.