Thanks

I just read the book "I Dared to Call Him Father".  It is about a prominent Muslim woman in Pakistan who comes to Christ and discovers what it is like to have Him as Father.  One of the main points of the book was obedience.  Bilquis, the main character, say Christ act in amazing ways in her life when she was obedient to Him and followed His leading even though she was scared to follow him.  There was a part in the book where a poor woman comes to her house and Bilquis provides care for the woman and her children. Later, this woman fails to send a thank you to Bilquis. So, at first, Bilquis is insulted.  Then she hears God speak to her "shouldn't the thanks go to Me?"  That statement really made me think.  I often do things and expect gratification or I get slightly angry if I am not thanked for something.  I am learning the art of obedience, that any gift I have, anything that I can use to help people is a gift from God.  So, all thanks goes to Him.  Thanks, God. 

yet another weird dream

Dreams and Guys

I don't dream!! Why am I dreaming?!  I don't know.  Anyways, I had another really odd dream last night.  It was kinda like a bunch of dreams mixed together.  It kept changing scenes.  First, I dreamt that my dad was getting re-married.  I was on campus in one of the dining areas with my friend.  I was complaining to him about how I hoped that this "other woman" wasn't going to try to be a mom to me and try to boss me around.  Scene 2: I was in my uncle's house (my mom's brother). The house was being sold.  My aunt was in the house vacuuming.  The house had the characteristics of my uncle's house, but it looked bigger and had plush white carpet.  My mom went up to my aunt and told her that we wanted to buy the house.  My aunt left/disappeared.  Then I was looking around the house trying to decide where I wanted to sleep. The house was like my uncle's house and another unfamiliar place mixed together.  I know there were more scenes to that dream, but I can't remember them. 

Completely different subject: Sometimes when I'm really bored I like to take fun quizzes that are supposedly supposed to tell me about my life.  I don't actually believe the results, but still...it gives me something to do.  So, I was taking a test a while ago that told me what kind of guy I would fall for.  It said that I would fall for the sensitive guy and the gentleman.  They had pictures to demonstrate the different types of guys.  I looked at the example of the "gentleman" and I was like "no way!!".  Yeah sure, I like what it said about him walking on the outside of the curb and always opening doors for me, but I just the picture just somehow didn't appeal to me.  I think I'm sometimes scared away by the whole "clean cut-good boy" look. I think "can this guy be for real?" or is he going to change once he thinks that he has me.  I don't know.  I like chivalry.  I like gentlemen. I like to have doors opened for me. I like to be respected.    

Hello.  So, I've had some really odd dreams lately.  What's even more odd is that I'm dreaming at all. I usually don't remember my dreams.  A few nights ago, I had a dream that I was making a mosaic out of chip crumbs (that's right...chip crumbs).  I had a bunch of smashed greasy potato chips and I was trying to make a design out of them.  I wasn't very sucessful though.  It was very frustrating.  Then I tried to pack the chip crumbs into balls.  They didn't pack very well at all.  :(.  I woke up with a headache.  Hopefully, I won't try to organize chip crumbs any time soon.