Psalm 2
¹² Kiss the Son, lest he be angry
and you be destroyed in your way,
for his wrath can flare up in a moment.
Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

Why? Why? Just why?

I have the feeling that I am the type of person that is a supporter. One who is there to help someone be better, to help someone be great. I feel comfortable there. But there is an inkling, this faint whisper, a blurry vision of me stepping in to the spot light to do what needs to be done. It scares me.

So I finally got my birthday present from my parents. It consisted of:

-a microwave
-a knife set
-an iron
-a phone
-a vacuum
-some tupperware
-some canisters
-laundery detergent
-paper towels
-some cleaning supplies
-a laundery basket
-some linens
-some TP
-two tongs
-a colinder
-some sponges
-an egg beater
-a peeler

and I think that is it.