This is overdue for an update...
So last night was interesting.
Since it was my first Friday night home in a long time, I had to get out. So I called up sir Cameron Spivey who came to my rescue. We went to visit Ms. Elyse Kern at Buffalo Wild Wings. Since it was Friday night, and a sports night, the place was packed, so we ended up parking in front of Denny's and walking next door. Of course, we didn't think anything of it. We saw Elyse and ate really friggin expencive chips, salsa and queso. The chips, I'll admit, were pretty damn good. Anyway, Cameron and I asked many-a questions and talked about religion some. We decided to leave Elyse and go take a nap in the park.
As we headed for Cameron's car, we noticed something was really really wrong. CAMERON'S CAR WAS NOT THERE! WTF? He started freaking out and sat on the curb, hand in head, when I spotted the sign saying all non-customer's vehicles will be towed at owners expence. FRIGGIN A! Cameron's car was towed! That set him off (he had had a rough week already) and started crying. I called the tow company and found out that the tow guy was sitting at the Exxon across the street and he would drop the car for $66 and some change. Okay, that is good news.
While I was on the phone, this guy had come out of Denny's having witnessed our little outburst in the parking lot. He was really sweet and said that if we needed money, or a ride to get the car, to just come back inside and he would help us out. The he asked if we were Christian and believed in God. We said of course we were and that we both attended Fellowship. He was happy and again, told us that if we needed anything to not be afraid to come ask, that he was more than happy to help and that surely God had put him there that night for a reason.
Cameron and I ran across William D. Tate and got the car. Thank God! Sure, it was $71 (there was a $5 charge for unlocking the car so they could tow it) more than Cameron had planned to spend that night, but he had his car. We went back to Denny's and told the nice man what happened. He said he wanted to pray with us. So we had a prayer in the middle of Denny's on a Friday night. With Cameron's cousin, who we didn't notice at first, sitting in a booth by a window watching the whole thing.
The whole talking about religion and me questioning it at BWW, then to find our car gone and a random Christian man willing to do whatever it took to help us, really put me through a headtrip. It was like being high, but on God instead of drugs. I'm so confused about the whole thing now, but I do not deny his presence in my life.
And yes, that was my post getting all religious. Deal with it.
Since it was my first Friday night home in a long time, I had to get out. So I called up sir Cameron Spivey who came to my rescue. We went to visit Ms. Elyse Kern at Buffalo Wild Wings. Since it was Friday night, and a sports night, the place was packed, so we ended up parking in front of Denny's and walking next door. Of course, we didn't think anything of it. We saw Elyse and ate really friggin expencive chips, salsa and queso. The chips, I'll admit, were pretty damn good. Anyway, Cameron and I asked many-a questions and talked about religion some. We decided to leave Elyse and go take a nap in the park.
As we headed for Cameron's car, we noticed something was really really wrong. CAMERON'S CAR WAS NOT THERE! WTF? He started freaking out and sat on the curb, hand in head, when I spotted the sign saying all non-customer's vehicles will be towed at owners expence. FRIGGIN A! Cameron's car was towed! That set him off (he had had a rough week already) and started crying. I called the tow company and found out that the tow guy was sitting at the Exxon across the street and he would drop the car for $66 and some change. Okay, that is good news.
While I was on the phone, this guy had come out of Denny's having witnessed our little outburst in the parking lot. He was really sweet and said that if we needed money, or a ride to get the car, to just come back inside and he would help us out. The he asked if we were Christian and believed in God. We said of course we were and that we both attended Fellowship. He was happy and again, told us that if we needed anything to not be afraid to come ask, that he was more than happy to help and that surely God had put him there that night for a reason.
Cameron and I ran across William D. Tate and got the car. Thank God! Sure, it was $71 (there was a $5 charge for unlocking the car so they could tow it) more than Cameron had planned to spend that night, but he had his car. We went back to Denny's and told the nice man what happened. He said he wanted to pray with us. So we had a prayer in the middle of Denny's on a Friday night. With Cameron's cousin, who we didn't notice at first, sitting in a booth by a window watching the whole thing.
The whole talking about religion and me questioning it at BWW, then to find our car gone and a random Christian man willing to do whatever it took to help us, really put me through a headtrip. It was like being high, but on God instead of drugs. I'm so confused about the whole thing now, but I do not deny his presence in my life.
And yes, that was my post getting all religious. Deal with it.