Something Important to Say...?

I feel sad. I had a long entry and the internet didn't post it. Now I'm going to try to reconstruct it. It will probably be shorter, which won't necessarily be a bad thing. :)

I feel like I have something to say, but I'm not sure what it is.

sometimes when I want to say something important, I put it off and only say unimportant things until the important thing no longer matters.

Sometimes, when I need prayer or something, I don't mention it. It is as though I think I can just handle everything myself. Isn't that strange? I know better.

Speaking of prayer, I have a few prayer requests that God has answered in the past year or so, in spectacular (to me) ways. Sometimes I want to talk about them, but I don't dare. People might think I was a nut if I did. (Me, a nut? Mwahahaha.)

I'm going to tell just one here. You can believe it or not at your own discretion.

One time I felt the need to pray for a neighbour/friend. She's younger than me, and as far as I know, she'd not a Christian yet. (I'm trying to think positively.) Anyway, I felt like I needed to pray for her about a boyfriend. (Not a normal prayer for me! I'm the sort of person who thinks everyone should wait to date until they're ready to get married.)

Anyway, I prayed about a boyfriend for her, just a quick prayer, nothing major.

Maybe a month later she came over and ended up talking to me about her new boyfriend, how she'd met him, and how wonderful he was. Her parents hadn't let her date until just recently, and ... it seemed to me like she'd found a real winner. I was really happy for her... she used to seem so depressed.

Actually, that doesn't sound quite so spectacular written down in words. But at the time I was really Wow'd. There have been other times similar to that, too.

Maybe it was just God's way of letting me know that my prayers really do matter.

Now I was going to say something about how my character in my novel let's people misjudge him because it's easier than explaining himself, and better than letting them dislike him for real reasons. (Reasons that seem real to him, with his B.L.o.G., or Big Load of Guilt.) Then I mentioned something about how he was about done with the guilt-thing by now, but there was still Anger, Plot Points, and Other Characters' Difficulties to work out, so we were good with conflict until the end of the story.

Then I mentioned how I hoped I would not make my main character too much like myself. And that I hoped two emotional breakdowns were not too much in one story. (I then hastened to add that they weren't put-you-out-of-the-game breakdowns, but get-really-upset-and-feel-embarassed-later breakdowns.) I added a couple of other things about how he was one of those people who seem all calm until they snapped, although not totally snapped... you get the idea.

But I've got most of that out of my system now. :)

Don't know if that's any more readable now than it was then. I think I might be bordered on the unintelligible. Need... to... eat... Wait, no I don't.

In other news, I wonder why it's so easy to write a lot when I really should be *editing.* It would be funny, if it... wasn't.

Lastly, and just now, I add:

Why is Saint Paddy's Day a good reason to cancel Beyblade?? I think Mr. Patrick would have *liked* Beyblade.

Okay, so he might not have. He was probably too busy to watch TV because he was doing little things like surviving and teaching the Irish about God. But he *might* have liked it.

No, I guess not.

......rgh......

Yesterday on Beyblade they tried to use astrology to decide how they should team up for a tournament. Argh. I kept switching over to boxing until that was over, which is a whole 'nothing entry by itself.

Anyway, it kind of annoyed me because I've been enjoying the show, and I don't like it when people mess around with astrology... feels wrong to me, like it's going against God.

This has been another episode of my long, strange blog! Brought to you by... tiny, mysterious electrons, moving in the computer. Also those things that grow on your eyelashes. Eww. Thank you.