Tonight, as I drove to Phyllis' apartment for our weekly gorging/Gilmore Girls night, I passed a house that already had Christmas lights up. I object. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas festivity as much as the next person. Probably more. But I hate it when Thanksgiving gets completely overlooked. What did it do to deserve the obscurity that comes of living in Christmas' shadow? Maybe I sympathize with it because my own birthday falls in the same immense shadow. I always hated it when people combined the two. You know, wrapping birthday presents in Christmas paper, or the dreaded "Happy Birthday/Merry Christmas" combination. That's the worst. Anyway, all I am saying is, Thanksgiving deserves a little more attention and respect. Are we really so consumed in the materialism and commercialism surrounding Christmas (I hate to admit it, but it has all but lost it orginal meaning to most) that we can't take the time to be thankful for the things we already have? I sure hope not...Ok...stepping off the soap box now.

Have you ever felt like God has just put an awesome opportunity to reach out to someone right in front of your face, but you have no idea what to do with it? That's me right now. I totally want to step up and let God use me, but I'm terrified of falling on my face. God, you're gonna have to lead me by the hand on this one...I'm clueless.

Sometimes I wish life would just make sense. There are areas of my life right now that are so uncertain. I wish I could just have a peek into my life 5, 10 years from now, so I could know if the things that are totally consuming my thoughts right now are worth it. But I guess the mystery of it all is part of what makes life interesting. And I'm definitely learning some valuable lessons along the way...