The year is still going

I had a pretty normal week. Nothing excting really happened. We had birthday Friday, and since it was Eric's birthday, I didn't have to beg for cake this month. I did ask about going to India and Kelly said, "no." I think I'm going to ask again at the beginning of February. I took home Mike's jeans and washed them. Mike has this pair of jeans that he changes into as soon as he gets to work and changes back out of them. He hadn't taken them home since he brought them back in March. I had to wash my jeans, so I did his too. Mike bet me that I wouldn't wash them and remember to bring them back, but I did.

Saturday I went out with Katie. She wanted to see the tower and the war memorial, so I found myself back there. Then we got dinner at Hard Rock. While eating, it occured to me that I eat there a lot. I should probably cut back.

Sunday, I slept until noon. I needed a day where I didn't do much. I watched some of my DVDs and straightened up my aparment a little.

I did some thinking this weekend. I was thinking about India and how it may not happen. As I thought, I began to become ok without having to go. It's one of those things that I don't know if it is in the cards. I'm not sure India is the reason why I was sent here. The school is going to have at least 20 new teachers starting at the same time that I would be going or getting ready to go. Part of me wants to tell God, "just show me the road map," or,"give me a clue as to what is going to happen." Just when I'm about to get mad at God, I remember, I haven't been very faithful with my reading. I hadn't picked up Streams in the Desert since I was in Busan. I can't tell you if I took the One Year Book of Hope out of my bag. So it's my fault I don't have the road map. It's almost as if the phone is ringing but I'm not answering. So I need to do some catch up. I need to get back into the groove. I was doing pretty good with my reading, but then I got back from Busan and I wasn't doing so great. If I were in the word, maybe God would let me see the road map.

I have also learned that the people that I lose respect for I have trouble being friends with. I know that I should be friends with them, but it's hard to respect them because due to the choices they made. However, I still feel that I need to be there for them and help them out if I can. It's like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. What really sucks is that if I say anything to the person(s), it puts the friendship in jepordary. I don't really want to do that. But if I say something to anyone else, others might get hurt or upset in the process, and it's going to suck even more for those involved. I don't know what to do. It's one of those times where you wish the right answer would just come and hit you in the head.