I’ve been thinking over the past few days. I know that’s pretty scary sometimes, but this time it was okay. I know I’ve mentioned before that, for me, times at university have been up and down spiritually. And they still are. It’s a constant struggle to maintain that so delicate relationship with my Father, and yet I know how vital it is to my spiritual growth, and so I work my hardest to persevere. Last night was a strange night. I came home for the weekend, and I didn’t feel like doing anything. So I sat there, and for the most part, I thought. It sounds a little weird, but let me explain.
Thursday night was a very interesting night. The local bar on campus known as the Bomber was having an all-ages night, so a couple of my closest university friends were going to that. Afterward, since they were girls, they were going to have a sleepover, or slumber party, or whatever you want to call it. So after they came back, a bunch of people chipped in to get some pizza, and we sat around and just chilled. You know, hung out. Chillaxed. But the conversation turned very strange – and cool at the same time. It started with Brittany bringing up the topic of a bit of, well, I wouldn’t say “degradation,” but something about the bias against women that was going on at rez a little bit. That turned the topic very quickly to stuff like…Continue Reading