Psalm 62 (or exerpts thereof)

For God alone my soul waits in silence;

From Him comes my salvation.

He alone is my rock and my salvation.

Be still, my soul, and find rest in God alone;

My expectation is from Him.

God has spoken once; twice have I heard this:

that power belongs to God.

Also to You, O Lord, belongs mercy:

For You render to each one according to his work.

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Hm, funny how a passage can seem rather run-of-the-mill when you come back to it later in the day and are no longer in a wondering mood. Nonetheless I shall post it, for it did me much good this morning :)

Impending doom (another melodramatic post)

Thoughts upon the coming semester, after attending one lecture of each of my courses:

The picture I have in my mind is sort of a jumbled up collation of scenes from various movies (Star Wars Episode II, 102 Dalmations and Chicken Run come to mind), and it involves me being strapped to a conveyor belt in a manufacturing facility of some description, surrounded by pistons and pulleys and cogs and smoke and such, heading for...well, some form of impending doom, with me dodging razor blades and blowtorches and other pleasant things, and unable to reach my lightsaber.

And I thought I'd been through the fire last semester!

Well, perhaps I exaggerate. I don't foresee actual doom - only a deal of effort involved in staying on track, due to being forced to examine the grotesque, the distasteful, the immoral and the mind-boggling, to hear the pillars upon which my life is built habitually laughed at in an off-hand manner, and to discuss all these things in my essays in aloof and cool-headed academic fashion.

But hey, that's what I came to university for after all, and it'll do me good in the end, I think, because once more I shall just have to learn to take it in stride, and be the stronger for it in the end. Hurrah.

Burnination!

I R burnt. Ouch. After being so very good all summer and not getting fried once, even at Parachute, I got wasted in the weekend at youth group camp. I can hardly sit down. :( Worst part is it's my own silly fault. Well, that and dying of cancer, which is no doubt my fate now. Good part is, I shall be looking like a bronzed goddess in a week's time. At least from the back.

In other news, I have met up with really an absurd number of random people from the past in the last few days. One walking through town a few days ago, four whilst enrolling at uni on Thursday, and two in my philosophy class today. In all cases we got to have a chat (varying degrees of in-depthness). And most were people that I had sort of lost touch with, having intended to, you know, be a really good friend and all. So that was interesting. Second chances and all that.

Also, the camp was really cool. I love my youth group. I have 3 new girls in my cell group this year - two are shy, one is...well, extremely not shy. So, yeah, finally the chicks outnumber the blokes. And I was so proud of the rest of them (not just my cell group I mean) coz they were so friendly and welcoming, and because they are cool :)

Hm, that's all.

Edit: Oh yeah, plus on Thursday I had dinner with a friend from school who was home for the summer, and then spent the evening with my old cell group leader.

There's just so many people in the world. (duh) How is one supposed to have time for all the people one cares about?

A nigh-impossible task for the bold and daring

The cry for help went out: Can anyone think of any movies - just one will do - that contain neither gratuitous sex, gratuitous violence, gratuitous potty-mouthedness, nor even non-gratuitous forms of any of the above or inappropriate references to them, and yet would be sufficiently entertaining to amuse a group of 13-14 year olds (both lads and lasses) for an evening? Preferably something we haven't shown them before, ie reasonably recent.

I am stuck. I begin to doubt that such a thing exists at all. Please, someone, restore my faith in the cinematic arts - tell me I am wrong, and that somewhere in the world, some director is still catering to the youth group market!