Late Night Ramble

Some nights, a body gets tired, but the mind is too full of thoughts to go to sleep. This is one of those nights. Typically, when I have one of these, I write an email to someone who I don't think would mind reading a late night ramble. However, I couldn't think of anyone in particular tonight, so I decided I would ramble to the world.

Or at least what wanderers happen to come across this rambling.

A mind that has so many thoughts dancing through it is a curious thing. I always find that I want to write a thousand things but when I reach out to grab one to put down onto paper, I grasp nothing. Or, I grasp multiple things at once and then I am truly in a pickle because none of the things are related. I'm almost certain if I were to try to put down my opinions on the song "I Want My Mullet Back" (by Billy Ray Cyrus... should you care), my thoughts on the oddities of human behavior when it comes to relationships, and how George MacDonald is the world's most under-mentioned and overlooked writer of the 19th century; you the reader would have a horrible time trying to follow.

I know that I have done such horribly random posts before, and I am sure I shall again, but tonight is not a night for randomness. If I was going to say tonight was for anything, it is for soft folk ballads on guitars and melancholy/reflective musings. I'd settle for cicadas and musing while under a tree or stars while out in the country or woods.

As it stands, I am left with late night listenings to "The Magicians Nephew" (by Focus on the Family's Radio Theater), typing this, and occasionally petting my soft orange cat (who is affectionately called Lardy but is actually named Muffin).

Well, it may not be guitars or cicadas, or even a short getaway; but Narnia and Muffin isn't bad. Not bad at all.

YAY! I have sufficiently gotten enough thoughts out of my head and am finally tired enough to go to sleep.

Good night, and thanks for reading!

Answered Prayers and Blessings

I suppose you could call this a double answer to prayer -

I wanted to go home for Spring break. I really did. But I could find no one to ride with. Having no car, no ride, and no hope, I resigned to staying up here with a friend of mine, all the while telling people the only way I would be getting home is if they prayed I found a ride and God answered prayer.

I really didn't expect anything to happen. And that is precisely when, I imagine, God looked at me and said, "Oh ye of little faith!" and set to work.

I told my mother of my rideless plight, and she said that she and Dad could come up and get me. It's a long drive, but if they were willing, who was I to say no? So I rejoiced at getting a ride home. Then, a few days later, I learned a friend of mine had an extra seat in her mini-van and on top of it, she lives but 2 hours from my house! Double blessings! Not only are my parents spared a trip, but I get to ride home with friends and spend all break with family and friends!

Blessings! Blessings! Blessings! To add to it, I may possibly be able to get a ride even closer to home than that from my friend's house. YAY! Which would be even nicer for my parents. Considering Dad is still unemployed- every penny counts!

And then last night, on the way home from church, the van did a complete 180 in the middle of the road. The blessings included not hitting any trees, getting hopelessly stuck in the snow (albeit we had to get pushed out), and that no one hit us and we arrived back safe and sound after a short delay with no more difficulties.