A Curious Girl: Oh Happy Day...

My heart is bursting Lord
To tell of all you've done
Of how you changed my life and wiped away the past

I wanna shout it out
From every rooftop sing
For now I know that God is for me not against me

-Martin Smith, The Happy Song.

I am happy. Not cheerful, content, not euphoric or ecstatic, but happy.

This feeling is great. And God is great!

Everything has been great with him lately - I've learned little by little to let go and let him take control, and what I've received in return has been awesome. I am worried and concerned about a few things, but I am so much more confident that they are in his hands.

And the thing that was upsetting me that I've been hinting at? It's gone; I got a nice phone-call from a friend that blew my shallow fears away. And so I woke up this morning and realised that I was loved no only beyond imagination by God, but by all my friends too, and that was one glorious feeling. I know that such good happiness can't last forever (at least not yet :-) but I am enjoying it while I can!! And I know it's easy to say while I'm happy, but I so want to serve him. And if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be feeling this happy. He loves me more than I could imagine! And I want to share his love with lots of people!!

Sorry if this is driving you mad. I'm not hyper, merely bubbling over.

It's been an interesting day - Christina noticed my mood straight away, and after a bit of talk we were even more enthused.

(Note for future entries - I'm probably going to go back to calling teachers by the names I have to call them in school, with the possible exception of Diggers. Please excuse this, but do you really want to know about my teachers anyway? I don't feel belittled by them anymore; in fact I felt quite justified at getting angry instead of upset when a teacher patronised me. Mission accomplished.)

Anyway, in Psych we listened to mantra music. It was quite soothing, although according to Mrs. T, Dr. A II (Dr. A the first was Isaac Asimov) came past and saw what looked like a room full of sleeping people. And in English Lit. everyone looked at Chris and me weirdly...

Diggers - Here's another booklet on the Canterbury Tales.

Me - (reading from booklet, with Shakespearing intonation) 'Readers, Listeners, and Audience.'

Chris and me - (simultaneously, laughing) Lend me your ears!

Me - (thoroughly inspired) I come to bury Chaucer, not to praise him!

This was too much for us, so we both cracked up, hence the strange looks. Diggers thinks I'm wakko, no doubt.

Went around Grandad's, went to GB, went home. Oh, and Christina seems to think I'm a better speaker than her. I don't know where she got this mad idea, I always though it was the other way around! :-) But I'll say what I have to, or else die of embarrassment in the attempt.

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