A Curious Girl: Piccies and writing

I saw this whilst looking at my sister's profile. Actually I think it would be nice if there was a way you could block adbanners from showing up for people who already have you listed as a buddy.

Isn't Frank beautiful?

Yesterday there was a staff meeting at work, so we all crawled in for 9:30 (apart from the people who were late), got to eat the new product, and discuss dealing with complaints. Actually it was kinda useful, and I was on host for my actual shift, and ended up getting Emma mad at me because of all the people sitting on her tables. The trouble was, she was right near the door and customers waiting there could see if she had tables free, most annoying, and some of them are totally relentless. I tried apologising but she didn't want to take it, so I decided to let her cool off and after her break she'd calmed down and forgotten all about it, which was nice :) I don't like having people mad at me, but I'd rather they tell me off and then forgive me than quietly hold a grudge.

Church yesterday was a united service. I saw Rachel who runs Faith and Light and I also saw loads of my friends, but I was hoping that the service would end on time so I'd actually get to speak to them. It didn't, but I managed to anyway because Clive was late :) (Although I don't think I talked to Duck :( ) This has been the longest holiday of my life, and I swear it won't be over too soon :)

Ooh, and I've got my accomodation information for uni, which is nice :)

I was thinking about my writing (and some other things besides ;) ) and how I want God to use that talent for his work. I've tried writing Christian fiction, but most of it is bland and uninteresting. I've discovered that I'm not Adrian Plass ;) I tried writing a story about how a little CU in a school ended up doing great things, but from my own experience in a CU, I've learned that 'great things' don't come with great things labelled on them. For instance, Invasion as it was last year wouldn't make a great novel for uplifting the discouraged. That was the lunchtime club we were running for lower school, which should be renamed 'Concentrated Chaos' :) Duck is running a Year Seven only version this year which is already much more organised. Reflecting on it, however (I've been reading Sowing, Reaping, Keeping by Laurence Singlehurst), I think it was a success. Granted, it was a chaotic, crazy, rowdy success that several teachers complained about. Yeah, we made mistakes along the way, but I think that in general the kids who came got to know and like us, maybe realising that we Christians aren't so bad after all!

Anyway... I was talking about Christian fiction. Sometimes I put Christian elements in fiction which is essentially secular. For example, I have a story I wrote in which the main character is non-Christian, but she has a Christian friend. The non-Christian doesn't get converted or anything, but there are Christian elements to the story... I think they work rather well, but I have no idea how to write a story about Church and youth groups and things, I'm not Charles M. Sheldon either.

So where is this leading to? I figured that mostly Christians read Christian fiction. However practically anyone would read secular fiction. It would be great to have books that are written to be inspiring, helpful, uplifting... Books that portray things realistically. I'm sick of reading silly stories where romance is portrayed as two attractive people meet and are mutually attracted, so they jump into bed. Is that love?

Malcolm (Andy's older brother) who was born and raised around my church, spoke at the United Service yesterday. He was talking about moving away - he'd been in the same town all his life, been a little toddler in creche at Church etc., and it had been really hard moving to do work for God elsewhere. *sigh* He joked that church members know many embarrassing stories about him as a child, but I felt quite envious.

How can I put it? I wish that my church could know me that thoroughly. If I come in a morning service, sometimes I might decide to sit downstairs - I was once helping Hazel with Sunday school (wish I could do that more often) and so I decided to sit with her in the service - people still helpfully inform me that the youth normally sit upstairs. *sigh* I know I'm moaning and there's not much that can be done about it. But I often feel a bit like a spare part... The odd extra one who comes along occasionally...

*smile* what is reassuring is that although I didn't know him, God really does know me that thoroughly. He understands all the stuff that happened in my childhood when my only occasional prayer went something like 'Dear God, please make it rain tomorrow because I hate Sports Day', and it's very nice indeed.

Random word for today: Sunflower

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