So, do you ever just have tons of stuff that just seems t be rubbish all at once, and you’re feeling down and it just knocks you down further, and you’re feeling a bit pants about yourself but you feel down so you can’t be bothered to do anything to help yourself out? I feel a bit like that today.
So, my first gripe is some crazy kids club idea someone, somewhere, with lots of money thought it would be a great idea to run and proceeded to not advertise. Oh, apart from they don’t run it, the urban warriors run it, and I run the first week, to which, so far, we have had 7 different children. Oh, but did I mention not all at the same time? No, I didn’t think I had either. But there, it came up, so I popped it down. And the first day was a grand total of two children. Did I mention that can be awkward? When there are four leaders? It’s like, hello children, we outnumber you massively and our kid’s club is a failure, but yeh, act like you don’t notice that and we’ll all have a great time!
Meh.
Oh, and any church leaders/church workers who may happen to read this, please don’t be offended, but… why are so many church leaders/workers kids such brats?!?! They do my head in!
Ok, those are my major gripes out of the way. I’m sorry. I feel emotionally like a wasp in a shot glass next to a jar of honey right now.
Meh. I also have been comfort eating way more than I ought to. I need to stop eating, and I need to up the jogging with Mel. Oh, on a nice, fun, positive note though, I climbed a hill with Mel the other day, which was fun, made me feel a bit fitter, and was such a laugh. We stood on the top and screamed a bit. Then I proceeded to try and drag her through this weird, overgrown brambly path. Mel was having none of it! Oh, oh, and there is a weird building at the top of the hill that looks ike the perfect setting for a horror movie, with like, the fence and EVERYTHING, it was very exciting apart from the fact that nothing happened, and if something had happened it wouldn’t have been exciting but scary, but yeh. It was exciting anyway.
I watched ‘27 Dresses’ in the cinema the other day. It was cute! I think I might just plan a wedding ’cause of it… it inspired me… 
Ok, ranting has made me feel a little bit better. Oh, by the way I have no idea who reads this blog, so hopefully you’re not some random stranger who now has some really warped idea of me.
So like, I’m sitting here and I’m thinking about God. and Christianity. And falseness and just the cotton wool, and the pretty, jazzy, sprakly things we always try to wrap the former two up in, and it’s driving me crazy. Like, do you ever feel like you’re… excusing God? Like ’sooo… uh… yeh, yeh, sin, wow, yeh, that was akward… sorry about that, He’s always on about it *nervous laugh* but, uh… spotlights! now these are cool! right, right?! and like, what the..?! Christian rap?! am I having you on now?! no i’m not! seriously… so like… uh, yeh, bright lights. join us. become a Christian.’ Like, what is up with that?? Why do we so often try to jazz God up? Like is He not awesoem enough by Himself? Does He really need my little deuded efforts to make Him more acceptable? Where is the authenticity in what we’re preaching? Surely in a world that hyped and mediad (is that a word?) from dawn til, well, dawn, the last thing people need is another gimmick, another quick fix, another bright, shiny, desirable object dangled temptingly in front of them. so why? Why bother stressing ourselves out and wasting all that time trying to shroud the gospel in some kind of cheap, shimmery gauze when it shines so much better on its own?
Ok, second rant over. Girl has now spouted. Girl is going to end there!
