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last night when i got my pile of mail off the counter.

there was an odd piece of mail.

something actually hand written to me instead of the 50 thousand college information stuff.

i opened it first naturally,

inside was a card, and inside the card, a check for $100.

the card said it was for my trip to mississippi which i had given up hope on going to because of monetary reasons.

it was from a very nice man at my church who grew up with my nan.

she had been talking to him a few weeks ago at church.

and said was trying to figure out ways to pay for the trip.

and he asked for my address.

she gave it to him, but didn’t know how much or if he would send anything.

well he did.

that generous gift of $100.

i only need $200 now.

which i can get in two weeks from my new job cleaning for my dad.

which is amazing.

this is a sign from God that i AM supposed to go on this trip.

and that i am supposed to minister to people who are like me, well dress like me and listen to the same music i listen to and have piercings and tattoos.

and who don’t feel like they are accepted in the church.

He told me that in a dream a few weeks ago, and i thought ok that is a sign that i am not supposed to go to mississippi, because if i was i would have found a way to get money.

well.

i am going.

God wants me to.

many people want me to go.

i am supposed to go.

i am going!

no blog.

um.

exciting things.

car.

leeland concert ahead.

retreat same weekend as leeland.

lame things.

making plans for warped tour.

trying to plan it so i can go to the champ.

basically convincing pain in the butt and bull headed parents to let me.

joy full.

um.

later.