*i marvel at God*

so today was probably one of my most scary days ever.

it started off with getting out of bed on the wrong side. as crazy as it sounds, my head just didn't feel right. i didn't feel good when i got dressed, i didn't feel good when i got in my car and i definitely didn't feel right when i got on the freeway then realized that i had forgotten my wallet.

things got worse because i was late for work and for a seminar (which was completely boring by the way). and then i was totally unproductive at work. things started to look up over lunch with liz, but then working after lunch was just totally painful.

so at about 4 o'clock, i decided that enough was enough and that it was time to go home. i packed my stuff and was out of the office by 4:30.

bad move.

i was so tired, my eyes kept closing. but then i got on the freeway and was relatively awake. i was only driving for about 5 minutes, past canning bridge on kwinana freeway. i was driving about 15 meters behind a ford falcon wagon pulling a trailer. then it all happened so fast. i saw the ratchet rattling... and before i knew it there was a block of metal the size of a large clay brick flying at me. i tried to take a quick look in my mirrors, but i couldn't swerve because there were cars in both lanes either side of me. so i saw it flying, screamed with my mouth wide open, then it hit. i even think i swallowed glass.

so all i can say now is that God is good. because if that metal brick thing hit any harder, i'm not entirely sure i'd be here right now! see have a look at this: it looks way worse in real life.





so apart from being thankful that i'm still alive, i'm also thankful for friendship. sadly, ronnie and christa and baby jayden went back to new york after three years of stirring ministry here in perth. we're all so sad to see them go but i know that God has big things planned for them.

so here's a happy-sad moment sending them off at the airport:



and finally, there's other types of friendship which i find totally liberating. and i'm definitely thankful for it. the type of friendship where i'm be free to be myself, say what i want to say and be totally carefree.





there's many things that i'm thankful for. and today really just reminded me that you know what? i don't want to die yet. there's so many things that i still would like to have the chance to do.

but honestly, i marvel at God, the things that He creates and the ways that He shows us His love.

*just because*

rule: routine needs to be nipped in the bud.

that's what i keep thinking everytime i get home from work, tired. i just want to sleep. or plonk my butt on the couch. but then, i'll always find something to do. then by the time i have dinner and finish doing whatever i was doing, when i get into bed, it's always 12am, which is pretty late considering my days start at 6:45am. but then, at 12am, i always feel the urge to read. so, i give into the temptation and i whip out a novel to read. then once i start reading, i usually can't stop (especially if it's a robin jones gunn novel). so i read the book from cover to cover. by the time i put the 400+ page book down, it's 3am.

then i sleep.

for 3 hours.

at 6:45am, i'm rudely awakened by the sweet sounds of secondhand serenade, fall for you. which happens to be - my song. at that point in time i snooze my alarm. and do so roughly five to six times every morning. by the time i peel myself out of bed, it's 7:30am. at which point i realize that i'm late. not late by work standards, but late by my standards.

i realize that with a 7.5 hour work day, if i start at 7:30, i'll be done by 3:30. but if i start at 9:00, then i'm there til 5:00. and that's just depressing. not to mention a pain in the butt because of the peak hour traffic both there AND back. so ideally? work should start at 7:30.

but like i said, routine needs to be nipped in the bud.

so let's say thanks because i think a "new" routine is dawning for me this year.

yay to that!