Thank God for the Weekend

(I think its a song Lyric, hmmm...)

Anyway! Here I am on a Monday morning and I can't believe I'm smiling as much as I am!

News that the car will be fixed has just reached me. I love driving, maybe I'll actually get a chance before Easter!

I've had a great few days without the house being full up to the rafters.

The prayer night was excellent, we got back to the grass roots of prayer and prayed how our Saviour taught us, The Lords Prayer. I only stayed for 5 hours at the start and 2 hours at the end. But 7 hours sorting out stuff with God was a great way to start what could have been a boring weekend.

I got a letter from an Ignite person on Saturday morning, I love being in touch with the youth, they write very interesting things (and its better than getting bills). I had to write back immediately otherwise I wouldn't have done it!

I've nearly finished all my Christmas shopping and they are all wrapped too! Dead impressed with my self. I even fixed the hoover, with a little help from Miriam. So I cleaned as well. This may sound incredibly boring, but I got a lot of stuff out of my system singing and dancing while cleaning!

Then spent a night in chatting to Tim and watching Notting Hill, by the time it had finished I think we'd both realised that life isn't a movie. I'm so glad.

Christingle on Sunday morning followed by lunch with Lou, was a perfect day. I finished my essay and ate lots of ice cream and cake.

God is great! He works in amazing ways and I'm really glad that he is the focus of my life. I have something to live for and work towards, something that is everlasting.

So at Christmas time the question is, Where is your focus? (don't give the Sunday school one word answer, explore what it really means)

An after thought

Well, the Carol Service went really well, with a few hitches and many people telling me I had to smile.

So on with the fixed grin, which changed in to a real one once my Dad had turned up.

Feeling exhausted the Christian Union Choir (we practiced so hard) opened with a selection of Carols (surprising that!) and made way for the University Choir, who were amazing! A really good soloist this year.

Then Howard, James and I took the stage for the welocme and opening prayer. All good (as always Dad had something to say about my pronounciation, hey I come from Issex!).

The programme flowed really well and then we got to the song that I had to sing Solo in. Argh, my legs were shaking the whole time. Everyone told me I did really well afterwards, I thank God for it, otherwise I so would have forgotten everything. Thankyou everyone for your support and putting up with my moaning about it.

Howard's sermon was so funny, I just wish people laughed more. Christmas is a very happy time!

Christine took pictures, so I'm just waiting for them. So that was it for my last University Carol Service. I'm looking forward to hearing the reports from next years one already, or I might even be there!

We took Mareike out for birthday drinks too! It was very fun to see every one chill out abit after a stressful day.

Love you all very much!

All by myself

Yeay, finally!

I'm gonna turn in to a bit of a recluse this weekend. The rest of my house is away, there's stuff on telly I wanna watch and I have free reign.

We had a bit of a stress out last night, only because we have so many people in and out of our house constantly. Hey, Jesus tried to get away from the crowds, but he was perfect and showed compassion. I think our house ran out of compassion last night when 4 boys turned up to eat dinner, kind of uninvited. Don't worry we had words.

The thing is we're all too polite to say no. We'll learn.

We've only got a week to go, so it should be ok.

Carol service tonight. Absolutely scared. But watch this space for pictures.

Busy, busy...

I don't know why I'm sitting in front of this screen again. I have lots to say still, but one main thing is in my head.

Let me be. As I am. I was coping and now I'm not.

I don't know what it is, but I have a really busy week and God still wants to put stuff on to me.

I'm supposed to be helping lead cell this wednesday, it was just assumed that I would. Some one once commented that my mum 'does nothing, ask her', I'm starting to know how she felt after this.

People are assuming that I'll do things without questioning. I'm learning the importance of the word 'no'.

Thanks to Christine for taking on the organisation of cell this week. Mate, you are an absolute star, I couldn't do this without you!

I also want to say sorry to all the people who are bored of me talking. I think I'm gonna keep pretty quiet for the next couple of weeks. Not talking can be a good thing.

Happy Birthday to Mareike! No longer a teenager, Much love to you!

Ok, Ok.

Yes, I am not doing my essay, but we all need a bit of chill time.

I promised Chris that I wouldn't spend all afternoon on the net, and so far I've been sitting here for 1/2 hour thinking about my essay and reading other people's blogs.

I know the last post makes it look like I have no time at all, but I figured that I'd try and write anyway seeing as quite a lot has happened.

We've had Rock Solid (which was mental, especially since we had a few new kids, taking a mini bus to Hart Lane is great). Then the filmathon, I think I saw about 4 movies all the way through! I was exhausted and the line up did include such classics as Uncle Buck (I went home and had a bath) and the Italian Job (which I just didn't want to watch. I have slept a surprising amount this weekend already.

I did most of my christmas shopping yesterday too. Wanyes World didn't draw Miriam and I in, so we left. So I can say I've started it and not be lying! I don't even know how much I have left.

Then I went to bed at 10.30 and slept til 8, it was wonderful to sleep that long. I don't know when people left my house last night, I was asleep!

Change of subject briefly, they've introduced a 3 strikes system in the Library and computer rooms now, so if you use your phone you get a strike. Your final strike includes your faculty being notified! So the phone is switched off. But it is very obvious that no one is taking notice. We'll see how long it takes to weed out the people who are silly and rude.

Ok, I'm off to do some work!

Its gonna be a long week

I wish I could finish that with weekend and not week, but here goes.

This week starts with Rock Solid (final one of term, promises to be mental) and 24 hours of movies.

We then move on to Sunday, where I have to start an essay. If I don’t I’ll be doing 2 essays in my final week. Not a good idea!

Monday is essay writing.

Tuesday is the Chaplaincy Day Away; all volunteers are going, but not me. I have to stay behind and finish the essay, sing in the Foyer, have a committee meeting, and a mission meeting. Then small groups and writing the challenge for the CU social.

Wednesday consists of Lectures, singing in the Foyer again and choir practice. Then Cell.

Thursday is Carol Service day. Only God knows how this one is going to turn out. My Dad is coming and I can imagine that ½ of Luton will be there. Slightly scared.

Friday, the SU is opening its new entrance at 12; someone from the CU should probably go. I’m also setting up 9 hours of over-night prayer.

Saturday I’m clearing the prayer room and starting my next essay.

Joy! I love being busy, but I hope it doesn’t make me ill.

We had the AGM for CU last night, and made open mockery of the Democratic way the SU runs. Voting should be non-existent in the Christian world; we view leadership as God’s calling. So we ‘voted’ unanimously for the people already in office. Gavin’s face was a picture. Our actions gave evidence to us being in the world, but not of it.

Yeay for the witness that is CU!

Feminist?

So may be not the most intriguing title, but I've been thinking over the past few hours, does my constant dig at boys make me a feminist?

Yes, I know I was saying the other day about becoming a wife, but it has been brought to my attention that I'm on the war path when ever a boy opens his mouth.

I need to stop, although it would be under the advice of a boy (this comes from the boy who was beating me with a cushion and punching me last night, I can hold my own, don't worry).

Does the lack of equality in society shape my words?

Again and again we are told about the not-so-balanced 'balance' between men and women in western society. Men still do less housework, but women still manage to get to work and raise a family. We still live in a male-dominated society, however small the majority.

I don't know why I react like I do, but by the grace of God, who made man and woman in His own image, I think my war path will have to slowly become a path towards God.

"If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" - All counts towards a very quiet person!

On a different note: the chaplain is having a bad time right now. The Islamic society have decided to petition against the way they are treated in the University, with their main focus being the lack of room in the Chaplaincy for them.

It remains to be seen how this will be solved, but all I can say is, God Bless them. What ever they want to do, I just pray that it won't make the chaplain feel more rubbish.

They do seem a little lazy, getting a petition, rather than finding another room, but they've never really had any (aired) objection to changing room on an irregular basis and during Ramadan. Have a look at this, Muslims in Britain, see what you think.

Finally, all the assignments are getting done, slowly. I have two essays and 1 presentation left before Christmas. Luckily enough, I remain relatively unstressed. I think the singing has calmed me down.