Save It For Someone
Last night I had a really weird dream and it kind of set me back with a train of thought I don't want to mention here and dared to suppose I had under control. It was a very vivid dream, the sort you want to believe is really happening and only betrays itself as a dream when you think about it later for the lack of geographical accuracy and the way people act in it. There are reasons why I can't make that dream a reality at the moment, maybe some time in the future!
Three weeks ago I was in bed for four days with a virus which I am still not fully recovered from, although I have obviously had to go back to work, by the time I get home a headache has materialised and I start to feel too tired to really do anything. At the moment I go to bed at around half 9 to read which is nice, but I'd rather do that from choice instead of physically not being able to stay up any longer. Yesterday morning I had already asked Rakshanda to cover me for Sunday School because of not being well enough to put my all into teaching. So instead of going to our church I attended a service at New Life Christian Centre in Colne. Dad used to take me to their evening service so there were a few people there who I knew. Actually I was hoping to meet Christians of my own age but am starting to think there aren't any round here. The service was fantastic, a lady had brought the worship group from the church she runs in St. Annes and she gave a marvellous testimony about how God had prompted her to start this church for young people. There was a call to come to the front for prayer but I chickened out and left soon after the service without talking to anyone. Yesterday evening Mum and I were spontaneously carried off to a church in manchester called Bethshan International when Ruth happened to mention that she was thinking of going. I was glad we went because it was very eventful. During a song one of the singers suddenly fell to her knees and began to weep and shout praises to Jesus, later on she explained to the congregation that she had seen tongues of fire above our heads reaching to the roof and a giant angel at the back of the room. I realise this may seem rather farfetched to a lot of you. This time when the pastor asked for people to come to the front and be prayed for I did go, and George laid hands on me and prayed for the virus to be taken away.
I know God has plans to use me in some way and that is what I want, to follow the right path that He has put before me and do something good for Him, maybe bring some of my friends to believe. The trouble is where to start, I have this skill of photography and hope that it can be used for His glory. Perhaps that is why I find college so hard at times and why I seemed to be led back into continuing ths year after deciding that I would leave and just make do with a foundation degree. Of course it's no good trying to second guess because God knows what the future holds. I suppose I'll just see what happens really.
This year in October I graduate with an FdA in Photographic Media, two thirds of a degree technically. The letters came on Thursday about how to hire robes etc and advertising some photographers who can do formal portraits of us looking daft holding blank scrolls. I think we photography students will most probably take prettf fine pictures of each other and wait until next year before considering paying someone else to do it more formally. Only one more year to get my degree, seems very hard to believe. What happened to the last 5 years? I've never been out of education for longer than a summer holiday since the age of 5! Now I'm 23, that's 18 years. Crikey!
Today I booked my theory test for the motorbike. I made the decision to go for the direct access practical test, this means you take the test on a 500cc bike and, if you pass, you get a full motorbike license allowing you to ride any bike. I've been studying and am fairly confident that I'll pass the theory. It's similar to the one for cars, but obviously with a few motorbike specific questions thrown in.
Be honest, it's not the longest entry on your friends page today! :) Congratulations if you read it all.
Three weeks ago I was in bed for four days with a virus which I am still not fully recovered from, although I have obviously had to go back to work, by the time I get home a headache has materialised and I start to feel too tired to really do anything. At the moment I go to bed at around half 9 to read which is nice, but I'd rather do that from choice instead of physically not being able to stay up any longer. Yesterday morning I had already asked Rakshanda to cover me for Sunday School because of not being well enough to put my all into teaching. So instead of going to our church I attended a service at New Life Christian Centre in Colne. Dad used to take me to their evening service so there were a few people there who I knew. Actually I was hoping to meet Christians of my own age but am starting to think there aren't any round here. The service was fantastic, a lady had brought the worship group from the church she runs in St. Annes and she gave a marvellous testimony about how God had prompted her to start this church for young people. There was a call to come to the front for prayer but I chickened out and left soon after the service without talking to anyone. Yesterday evening Mum and I were spontaneously carried off to a church in manchester called Bethshan International when Ruth happened to mention that she was thinking of going. I was glad we went because it was very eventful. During a song one of the singers suddenly fell to her knees and began to weep and shout praises to Jesus, later on she explained to the congregation that she had seen tongues of fire above our heads reaching to the roof and a giant angel at the back of the room. I realise this may seem rather farfetched to a lot of you. This time when the pastor asked for people to come to the front and be prayed for I did go, and George laid hands on me and prayed for the virus to be taken away.
I know God has plans to use me in some way and that is what I want, to follow the right path that He has put before me and do something good for Him, maybe bring some of my friends to believe. The trouble is where to start, I have this skill of photography and hope that it can be used for His glory. Perhaps that is why I find college so hard at times and why I seemed to be led back into continuing ths year after deciding that I would leave and just make do with a foundation degree. Of course it's no good trying to second guess because God knows what the future holds. I suppose I'll just see what happens really.
This year in October I graduate with an FdA in Photographic Media, two thirds of a degree technically. The letters came on Thursday about how to hire robes etc and advertising some photographers who can do formal portraits of us looking daft holding blank scrolls. I think we photography students will most probably take prettf fine pictures of each other and wait until next year before considering paying someone else to do it more formally. Only one more year to get my degree, seems very hard to believe. What happened to the last 5 years? I've never been out of education for longer than a summer holiday since the age of 5! Now I'm 23, that's 18 years. Crikey!
Today I booked my theory test for the motorbike. I made the decision to go for the direct access practical test, this means you take the test on a 500cc bike and, if you pass, you get a full motorbike license allowing you to ride any bike. I've been studying and am fairly confident that I'll pass the theory. It's similar to the one for cars, but obviously with a few motorbike specific questions thrown in.
Be honest, it's not the longest entry on your friends page today! :) Congratulations if you read it all.