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Reaching out

I was talking with Lynn yesterday and I was going on and on about how I want to get through to my new youth group kids.

How I want them to know why I love God so, so much, and how passionately I feel about Him, and how amazing he his to me.

How I want to explain to them why they should love Him like I do.

“I just want to reach them so bad,” I said.

And she said.

“You know, you’re not the one who reaches them, right?”

Oh.

Ya.

I do.

Er, well, thanks for reminding me.

And it’s a relief really, to remember that God’s in charge. Because I couldn’t do it alone.

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Cha-Cha

I recently asked Cha-Cha  who I’m going to marry.

Er, well, I had my sister ask, “Who will my sister Crystal marry?” (I thought specifics were necessary).

The reply:

Maybe his name will be Chuck, and he will be a basketball player who plays for the New York Knicks.

Know anyone who fits that description?

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A date night

I went out with a boy last night.

A new boy.

A cute, laughs-at-my-jokes, pays-for-my-slushie, grabs-my-hand-during-the-movie  boy.

We went to see “Date Night” because he let me pick and I love Tina Fey like my little brothers used to love Barney.

And it was so fun.

I originally met him at a bar Friday night, so this was our first encounter that involved any sort of day light. Luckily, he was just as hot as I remembered.

After the movie (which both of us laughed at tons, and you should totally go see) we went out for a drink.

And that was fun.

And then, when we were saying good-bye, he was all, “Ya, there’s just one thing.”

And I’m all “OH CRAP! OH CRAP! WHAT IS HE GOING TO TELL ME. HE’S PROBABLY MARRIED! OH CRAP! HE’S TOTALLY MARRIED! OR MAYBE HE LIVES IN FLORIDA AND HE HAS TO LEAVE TOMORROW! OH MY GOSH! THAT WOULD SUCK! OR MAYBE HE’S AN ALIEN! HE’S PROBABLY AN ALIEN! CRAP!

And then he was all, “So, you know how I told you I was 23? Well, I’m actually 21. I don’t know why I told I was 23, but I did, so I wanted to tell you now that I’m actually 21 and I’m sorry.”

And I was all, “THANK GOD THIS MAN IS NOT AN ALIEN.”

And then I was all, “21? I’m 26. Frick. I’m so old. When did I get old? This totally explains his love of slushies. I used to be young. I mean ya, sure, I look 12, but still. I’m actually old. This boy must think I’m so old.”

And then I said, “Well, I don’t care if you don’t care.”

And he said, “Of course I don’t care.”

And then he kissed me.

And, we all lived happily every after. (At lest the next 35 minutes). (It was kind of a long kiss).

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