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One of the biggest problems between God and I is that I feel He will talk someone else's head off and never once can I say that I have really HEARD God. (Hindsight is 20/20, and I can say that, at certain points in my life, He was telling me to do something and I was giving a firm NO THANKS. But never at the time can I say, OH, God gave me a vision, told me I was loved, yadda yadda yadda). I am FULLY aware that this is probably a problem of my perception and listening skills, but that is neither here nor there.

But SOMETIMES, I get the urges to do the SILLIEST things. And by silly, I often mean socially inappropriate, creepy and/or restraining-order-provoking. Need some examples?

• This lady I took an Early Childhood class from was such a wonderful teacher. She inspired me (She is not very good at being unbiased, but she inspired me nonetheless) to make natural childbirth one of my top lifetime goals. When the semester was winding down, I really, I mean, REALLY wanted to make a little card for her, telling her how great I thought she was, and how wise and all these things. I didn't, however, because who writes their teacher a card? I know now that it would have been fine-- ney, GREAT-- but it's easy to justify cowardness in the moment.

• My car battery died. (note: wtf, esmerelda?) So I took it to Midas in Manhattan and the guy tested it for free and said I needed a new battery. I could have gotten that battery cheaper somewhere else, but he tested it! for free! and was sa'damn nice! so I went back and got it there, only to get the notion that I should offer that man the Easter candy that I had gotten that morning from the MOPs lady. That is creepy. I didn't do that part. Just the battery, sir.

• One time (maybe I already blogged about this?), I was in a class where this guy was on the Interfaith council on campus. Christians had been presidents of the council for the last 50 years. and this guy is a Buddhist. He ran and got elected president for the club. Then he timidly and woundedly explained that every, single, Christian gradually left the council. Some right away, some later with every excuse in the book. WHAT?! Later that semester, we filled out t-vals and I wrote this long, blubbering apology, that was not even coherent because this MAN, guys! I felt so guilty.

Since, on my own, I am selfish and self-driven and desirous of every piece of Easter candy in the world, would you say that this little situations are ones in which God was telling me to do them? Or is it just coincidental?

sorry about all those commas.