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unexpected blessings
I'm still really sick. Every now and then I let out a prolonged sob, which sounds a bit like this: "Ah-huh-huh-huuuuh, I'm soooooooooo sick," which is usually followed by an unimpressed silence from my family members (they are quite used to my drama-queen tendencies). The truth is, though, that while I feel pretty icky, I have to say that I'm pretty pleased to be sick. It's given me a chance to clean my room, rest, read the latest Harry Potter (Xeni leant it to me) and stop worrying about everything.
This morning, Asher walked into my front garden and escorted me through the bright sunshine into his car. As soon as he turned the motor on, Stacie Orrico's "Stuck" came on. He'd bought the album! From that moment, I knew that I was in for a good day. Asher is one of my oldest (time-wise, not age-wise) friends from my former church. We used to hang out a lot in youth group when we were around fifteen. I think that he was the first and last boy who I ever crash-tackled (first, because he was annoying me; last, because he landed on my head and it hurt). I decided that the fact that Asher was going to be spending the next six months in Tasmania was a good enough reason for me to deign to leave my sick bed. He's going to be doing a Bible study collegey thing down there, fortunate thing!
Asher is a sweetheart. We've both had extensive conversations to establish that we will never, ever fancy each other or go out together. That's probably because everyone else thinks that we're a couple. Why, I don't know- I'm usually screaming, "Would you STOP TOUCHING ME?!" at him, whenever he tries to tickle me. Anyway, while we were cruising for a cafe, I told him about this boy that I like. God has been so awesome- He has provided so many wonderful people around me to confide in and ask advice from. Asher listened carefully, and asked me various things about the boy in question (who is not the boy who can fly, but rather, the ORIGINAL boy who can fly). Then, he said, "If this guy doesn't go for you, he's a fool. He'd have to be an idiot. He would be missing out on so much." "Really?" I responded, "Why do you say that ? Because I think that I'm a rather flawed person." "What did you say?" Asher asked me. "I'm flawed, as all humans are," I answered. "Flawed, like f-l-a-w-e-d?" he spelt out. Then, Asher said the nicest thing: "I love you as a brother in Christ, and you know that. But if it was more than that- which you know it never will be- I would be floored if you said that you liked me. And any guy would be. F-l-o-o-r-e-d." Isn't that sweet? The wonderful thing is, that I think he's right. I mean, I certainly don't think that I'm amazing or perfect, but I know that GOD thinks that I am. He cherishes me, and He saved me. And that knowledge is something that God promises never to take away.
Then Asher and I found this cafe that overlooked Woolwich Lookout, with a smashing view of the Harbour Bridge. I drank a soy mocha in honour of my sister being a sweetheart (it even had a drinking-chocolate heart dusted on top of the foam!). And I hoped that the original boy who can fly shared the same sentiment as my friend Asher. But even if the boy in question doesn't, I have to say that this week I have felt so loved by some very amazing friends. I have the most wonderful friends that I never dreamed I would ever have. God is such a God of goodness and love. |