I'll be heading off to university soon to hand in application for grant, and do some other banking stuff for ICF. Dan asked me yesterday, "How many hours does being on committee take in a week?" And I answered, "It demands your whole life. You can no longer compartmentalise your life anymore. That's how Christian life should be anyway. Integrated. Every single part of your life should reflect Christ."
Here I am, plucking Leesha's beautiful guitar, and trying to do so as softly as possible. The Queen herself banned me from playing the guitar after 9pm. I'm not so sure about the morning hours though. I've been hanging on to this instrument for so many hours for the past few days. =)
I'm now waiting for my roomate (well, soon to be ex-roomate) who is probably in the shower. We're suppose to hand in the grant together. Around this time last year I was praying so damn hard for a good roomate. There is something comforting in the thought of coming back home after a long day and seeing a familiar and friendly face. Emphasis on "friendly". Fi has been an awesome roomate and lots of good times in Weir were with her. God answers prayers.
And now, back to the guitar.
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