thoughts...
= eating homemade brownies made with dark chocolate at 2am, while sitting alone in the kitchen reading a good book, and not feeling tired or lonely. (Further bliss would be eating without the fear of gaining FAT, but that's a different story...)
Excluding my purse & pillow which I'll need on the ride, I packed everything I need for the College Briefing retreat into one large duffel bag. (This includes my sleeping bag, which I took great pains with to pack into as humanely small a roll possible.) ONE. Uno. Mot.
. один. Ein. Un. As a chronic worrier-of-leaving-items-behind, overpacker-of-items-less-important and underpacker-of-items-eventually-needed, this is a great feat for me. Be proud of Chilan. Seriously.
It is a slight relief to know that SoCal isn't prey to hurricanes. Then again, we have earthquakes, and I live right on the San Andreas Fault.
Have you ever noticed that people in near-death or similarly very frightening situations will naturally (and perhaps unconsciously) call out to God? Even if they've denied His existence all of their lives, they have an inherent characteristic to reach out for someone who they somehow know/feel deep down is stronger and more able than they are. In the face of terror, even the staunchest of atheists might cry "God help me!" in desperation... Should that say something about human nature, or the nature of God, or something else?