Phonecall from God

So, in Theater Practice on Thursday, the advisor's telephone rang. The number programmed in read "God." So, they started teasing her about getting a phone call from God. It was very Bruce Almighty-esque. Someone mentioned how when God calls him its usually bad news. But its been on my mind ever since. I wonder why, when bad things happen, God gets the blame, but we never notice all the little calls God gives us that are good. Like icicles. Early morning frost. Pine trees. White Christmases. Or when you go ice skating early in the morning, the rainbows penetrating deep into the ice. Spring flowers surrounded by snow. Thunderstorms. Fog. Lazy afternoons. The smell of fresh cut grass. Friends. Family. Puppies. Moonlight. Newborns. The game of chess. Autumn colors. Pumpkins. Dreaming about friends who are far away. Sunrises. Shooting stars. Those things don't HAVE to happen. There are places in the world where those things don't exist. Well, barring moonlight and sunrise. But even then, we don't see moonlight and sunrise every single day. But when those things happen, "wow that's cool." But not, "wow a good call from God." I don't recognize God in my everyday life as often as I should. But I try. Just something to think about.

And as far as dreaming about friends who are far away... I went to Iraq in my dream this morning. I saw Eric and Anthony; it was a special, cherishable dream. I don't think they know how special they are to me.

I guess thats it. That's what's been on my mind the last few days. That and my history paper.