Does anybody read this?

God's pretty cool. I think we all know that though. ;-)
Anywho, I think a few people have heard me say this a lot lately, but this past week, I've been running into a lot of people I haven't talked to in a long time...long being up to 3 years. I honestly believe God is placing me into their lives for that moment, be it brief, for a reason. Maybe those few moments could brighten up a dreary day. Maybe it could help me out in ways. Be a way to reach out.
There is no such thing as coincidences when you're in God. I strongly believe that.
Some of these people, the stories are just hard to explain. There's been so much damage with them; and maybe, this can be a time of restoration...because these people that I've had the damage with want to talk more. Want to get together. We've forgiven the damage for the most part. And I believe this can be my time to reach out to them. I tried before with both of them, and failed miserably. Instead, I fell under their influence instead of being one instead. Talking to one of them, they are living life differently, and seem to be on the right path. They're just missing one thing in their life...the most important thing one person could ever have...

Well, I think I know what I would like to do with my life. There are a few possibilities in my mind. I got thinking about it only Wednesday night, really, when Cara probed my brain, with one of the questions asking what I'd like to do with my life. Well, no, I'm not gonna tell you on here. =P

Know what's fun? Surprising friends. Do it. I went to Stout with Carissa and Brian, and we surprised our friend Sarah. Made sure she was in her dorm, walked right in after we made sure, and then wow. Ha...it was amazing how happy that made her. Tears of joy came. They really did. The jumping up and down screaming. And then doing that while walking to campus for 10 minutes straight. The hugging multiple times. The talking about it throughout the night. To be apart of that made my heart glad.
Love ya Baumgard! :)

Monster.

I feel like sometimes I've turned into a monster.
Everytime it rears its ugly head, I wish, want to, try to, disconnect myself from it.
But it grips me even tighter under its control, under its reign. I try to wriggle away from the binds, but find myself tied even tighter.
I hate looking in the mirror and seeing nothing but a monster. One I've created; one I've let be created.