Finding Beauty in the Dust

So moments after the publication of my last post, my reverie was broken by a piercing shriek that seemed to be originating in my own skull. The scene that unfolded before me as I ran out of the building was something from a news report. Southies were gathered on the lawn in various states of undress, huddling together for warmth in the frozen air as fire trucks arrived on the scene. As it turns out, one unfortunate Southie had been making popcorn, and in true South Hall fashion burnt it to a crisp. This set off the fire alarms and in turn the fire department. The moment we were cleared for entry I stormed inside to work on homework.

This became an increasingly hopeless situation. I had lost a lot of valuable time from lunch and the fire alarm, and my English project was being complicated by a number of factors, not the least of which was the incompetency of my partner. I struggled for hours to complete it before staggering over to the BBC for dinner.

At this point Sierra came home and told horror stories of the guy she had to act with in her short film. The guy was 34, shorter than her, and an absolute creep, and while she didn't have to actually make out with him, she did have to be in very close proximity with him for her role. Both of us decided that we'd had enough work for a day and took a nap.

The night started turning around when Sierra's family called and I got to talk to them for a bit. Sierra and her sister Lexi are clearly related, as both of them are experts at the hair-mustache look. I also got to catch up a bit with one of my good friends (who shall remain nameless for now). This friend is struggling with some tough stuff, and is in need of serious prayer. If you could pray for peace and joy for her, I would greatly appreciate it. She's one of the strongest people I know, and I know God has great things in store for her. She just needs to realize it. 

I'm currently watching The Grey with Potato and Sierra. There is nothing more manly than Liam Neeson punching wolves. It might have started out awful, but this night ended up all right. Song for the night: Beautiful Things by Gungor. Though it may have been small, tonight I saw proof that God can make beautiful things even out awful times. 

http://youtu.be/kWooIrU5OwI

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.