the SIX love languages?

Good news - I finished my story! I sat at Panera for four hours yesterday just trying to write, and praise the Lord I got it done. Not sure how good it is, but that's okay.

That, if you can't tell, is a picture of my dinner tonight. Grilled cheese and spaghetti-o's... and some snap peas, just to prove that I really AM an adult. I feel like such a little kid - and that picture makes me look like one, too, haha. But I have been a little sick this week with a cold and a cough, so of course that is when random food sounds appealing. I wanted some scrambled eggs as well, but that doesn't quite go with the rest of the meal. Maybe as a snack later.

This past week has been so cool. God has definitely been in control. I have gotten to have two random spiritual conversations with people!

1. On Sunday night, I was studying Greek with a few friends for the test we had the next day. We are all solid Christians so it is cool to be able to read the New Testament together. We had one guy from our class email everyone saying that he needed help with this section and wanted to know if anyone was studying together over the weekend. I honestly didn't want to invite him, but I knew he wasn't a Christian and God kept convicting my heart until I told him he could join us. After going through each passage once, it was midnight, and of course that is my bedtime, but I knew that we couldn't pass up this wide open opportunity, so I asked him what he thought about what we were reading and about Christianity in general. We all ended up talking to him for an hour about spiritual things, and God was able to use each of us in different ways. Not that he changed his opinion, but I know we got him thinking - especially asking him what the meaning of life was for him. He was unable to really come up with an answer.
2. On Tuesday, I was meeting at a local coffee shop with one of the girls I disciple. We had just opened our Bibles when a random guy walked up and said, "Are those Bibles?" He was looking for a specific verse, which he couldn't find (and neither could I - he was very vague about what he was looking for). We then talked to HIM for an hour as well! He grew up Church of Christ and was really bitter towards the church and hypocritical Christians. Once again, he didn't convert on the spot, but it was a really good conversation, and a really good chance for my disciple to be involved in a conversation like that and see what types of questions I asked and such.

It's funny, because God is not convenient. Honestly, I was already tired and wanted to study Greek more, but that path took a detour. And on Tuesday, I was hoping it would be a quick discussion because I had homework (namely, that story) to write. But God had other plans - and I ended up doing fine on my test and my short story was done in plenty of time.

Last thing: I think that my love language is questions. I mean, I am definitely still physical touch and quality time, but something that really shows love to me is when people ask me questions about my life or how I am doing with something specifically. I love being interviewed about different things; I don't mind doing most of the talking, and I love to share what is going on in my life or what God is doing or whatever. I also love to ask questions. Being a camp counselor, this is an obvious skill that I have acquired over time, and I am still not great at it, but in getting to know so many new people as well as initiate spiritual conversations, I am discovering that I love coming up with new things to ask people and find out about them. So, Gary Chapman, add THAT ONE to your book!

P.S. My computer is on shuffle, and the song "Mine, Mine, Mine" from Pocahontas came on. I forgot how much I LOVE John Smith (Mel Gibson's) solo where he talks about "hundreds of dangers await and I don't plan to miss one!!!" So wonderful... :)