Dishes, dishes, dishes

The morning is still young, I have piles of dishes to do, plenty of work to cross off my list, and I am expecting a call from the office any minute. Started the morning off with sugary remnants from last night's gathering at my place, swallowed it with some Kenyan chai. Think full cream milk, sugar and black tea -definitely not your skinny latte, haha! (yum!)

Had some friends from church over last night. We ate food bursting with carbs and fat, talked, prayed and read from the Bible about a foolish idiot who almost killed himself refusing to do as he was told. All of the above so not 2008. So politicaly incorrect.

In fact, I don't care. Being heartbroken for pretty much the first time in my life has left me hollow, so I decided to get involved in church again, to get a sense of meaning to it all.

It doesn't even bother me too much if God turns out to be imaginary, if the warm fuzzy feeling inside -kind of what you get before Christmas, is just a result of my own vivid imagination. The sense of hope for the future, the sense of being created for a great big things and loved for who I am, the believing in a miracle, if it all turns out to be just another illusion -no harm done. My faith makes me a happier person, it helps me sleep like a baby every night. Hallelujah, muahua ;-)