it is well with my soul

Hi!

Well, great sermon as always but I'm going to be sad with not attending as much. With gas prices and short of Sunday school teachers, I have to stay.....but I feel more at ease at loft church because I'm not a PK there.....I'm Faith. People like Grace, Stef, and Bob jr (to argue on nepotism) only know. So, it's nice

My parents aren't thrilled though. They don't like the alcohol stance (a little drinking is fine) and the tattoo stance (it's okay to have one) so I try to defend it (I still don't believe in any alcohol but finding a church that doesn't is one with legalism in the deal as well) but it doesn't work. I feel at home with this church; it's spiritually fed me better than my home church. It's driving me crazy that my parents seem not like a lot of my friends, but I feel wise enough to make my own friends...even if they still believe there's still cocaine in coke...lol. I understand Pastor Bob might be a little inconsistent about the alcohol and the tattoos but he respects my opinion and I respect his....

Today's sermon was on worrying, which with the car in the shop and no job, I've been worrying way too much. I'm going to apply to two more spots then I'm done. Hopefully when I go to the residential college, I'll get a job on campus or nearby. I've been praying everyday about it.

On another note, Bob jr. won't talk to me, and acts like I don't exist. Well, he does that to a lot of people. He can't even look me in the face. Maybe I scare him...wouldn't that be funny if that were true? LOL. Also Travis won't talk to me....I think he's mad at both Stef and I....I don't understand why he'd be mad at me....maybe because I'm Stef's friend? I've been harassing him to hang out with me....I know he wants to be platonic friends with me, which trust me is fine!

What else? I don't have school tomorrow so I'm working on homework for Wednesday which English we have to do dumb projects but I know it's supposed to be helpful.....

anyway, I'm just going to relax...talk to you later!

"it is well with my soul...." Horatio Spattford....someone who knew tragedy too well, yet wrote a beautiful hymn...