Today...

So I didn't get the job I wanted at Wesley Owen. I don't know why. Maybe God just didn't want me to see christianity as an industry. Who knows.

This afternoon dad took me into town just to pick up application forms. This may seem insignificant to some, but it was really good to sit in the car with my dad for about an hour and a bit just to talk and be with each other, enjoying each others company. It made me think: if spending so much time with my 'earthly father' was so important and good, how much more important is it i spend time with my'heavenly' father. I am generally quite good at this, but maybe I am slipping a bit in my tired state.

It seems I should start taking more care of myself. After a late night pizza hut last night, and a late night KFC on monday, and not eating properly on tuesday I don't feel all too good. mmm. Any ideas?

Life is too complicated for words really isn't it. Yesterday I was at alton towers with church and some of my mates from 'Love Bristol Fest.' One of them likes me, and I can't help being nice. So now she is going to be thinking I like her, but in reality I don't and after the past few months I'm not ready for another relationship. mmm. I know what I should do, but these things are always harder to do in reality then daily reading books, seminars and other things make out. Somtimes the christian faith can jsut be a little bit guilty of over simplyfying some areas of faith, and over complicating others.

Well, for now, dear reader, over and out.

In the begining...

So here we are, setting off on our blogging adventure. I suppose I better let you in on the story so far for this to truly represent the 21stC. In 2000 I moved to Exeter where my faith was set alight by the dudes at my school. I then struggled trying to juggle my radical spiritualism with a traditionalist Salvation Army which, lets say, had one or two issues. Then I moved to Bristol. The reason I move so much is my parents are Salvation Army officers. It is at the Salvation Army's command that they move. I was angry at the army at this point cause I had it all going for me (and the fact that dad was the Youth Co-ordinator guy meant I got to meet loads of cool people and stuff like that). However two years down the line it is much easier to see this was the right move for the Army in our area, with Martin Thompson, who also has a blog somewhere on here, at the helm we are on the edge of exciting times (Cue: The 'There is much more then this' speech). Then my faith waned and I had an unproductive year of life on all levels, which has been followed by a year of devestation with my Dad being diagnosed with deppression, my Grandad dying, Mum suffering stress on and off, a hectic GCSE year, and coming to the end of what i saw as a happy relationship with somone for what we will say for now is no particualr reason. However, the winds are changing, and in may (or june (?)) I was admitted to a 'regional youth team' for the Salvation Army in Bristol, I have been invited onto my churches worship 'co-ordinating council,' and I have just come out of this years 'South Western School of Christian Arts' (can't call it MAD any more - there is a tekkie option) which has been an explosively exciting week with loadsa stuff. That brings us pretty much up to date.

So to swsca. It is amazing how God engineers things just right really, isn't it? On the first two nights we were sleeping away from the main venue, and spent two great nights sat on the landing. Of particualar note, I got to meet Emma, who had been on staff before but I had never really spoken to. All I have to say at this point is God bless Yorkshire. Well on one of the nights part of the serious prayer time event we had to pray for other people. I ended up praying about my dad and having a complete break down. Well it turned out one of my old time friends and emma had been through similar situations as I am/have been going through, and they were a really great support. I was also able to feel Gods love through this, because he went beyond 'just calvery' to show his love, but cares for us everyday.

Nothing much more to write for now, too tired, too much post swsca blues also.

To the future...