The post creator-page-thingy is back up!
Yay and noodles!
Because I like noodles.
Anyway. Today's post is in two parts, one more deep and thoughtful than the other. Let's do that one first.
(because Ethan, one of my most frequent commenters, has tried to teach me the awesomeness of Roman Numerals so be impressed or something.)
Forgiveness is never deserved.
To forgive is to do something that sometimes seems beyond the scope of human ability.
It goes beyond what some people think humanity is about. It goes beyond selfishness and self-preservation. It demonstrates an amazing strength of character.
Someone who receives forgiveness has experienced something so special that it cannot be put into words.
When someone has been forgiven, the gratefulness and relief that floods through them is an almost magical feeling.
It can change your life.
I think that some of the people God put in this world show us the wonder of His gifts by helping us experience them in a way that's so close and direct that we can't miss it the way we do sometimes when it's coming straight from Him.
I'm unbelievably lucky to have people like that in my life.
I'm going dancing tonight.
How weird. It's weird just to say that!
First point: I can't dance. I have to address that first because you might remember me telling you that so many times before and your first thought when you read it was probably "but Deidra, you can't dance!"
Well, I'll pretend it was. Humor me.
I've been told that not being able to dance isn't a problem.
Point two: I've never been in this situation before. Going to a club? A bar? Whatever you want to call it, although I'd guess the word here would be either "bar" or "wreck" because it's not exactly a classy joint in the high class part of town.
I've never been in a place like that. Drove by them, sure. But what's it like in one of those club/bar/wrecks?
My friend Michaela, who's going to be my guardian on this adventure, says they have a concrete floor and a ton of drunk people and maybe a band.
We'll see how this goes.
I've had Michaela assure me that she's not going to drink and she'll keep an eye on me and no one will bother me too much and we can laugh off any drunk people who get a little silly or whatever. So I agreed to go.
Because I'm not sure if it will be fun or not, this little "girl's night" thing, but it definitely might be.
And to be honest, I want the experience. Blame it on the writer in me, but I want to know what it's like.
A follow-up post will be absolutely necessary.
This little blogger's growing up!
P.S. I'm not going to drink or anything! I'm not that type of person, which is why it didn't occur to me to even clarify that until just now because anyone who knows me IRL doesn't have to be told. But yeah. I will be absolutely safe and on my utmost behavior!
Wish me luck!
(By the way, I've been told there aren't going to be any strobe lights. It was almost a deal breaker, but I suppose I'll suck it up and go without. Or bring my own.)
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