Crazy days and Crazy nights

The days are becoming increasingly crazy as we approach out move in day, and because of such craziness, I am currently blogging in my Fundamentals of Journalism class. I justify this with the fact that A) we talked about blogs today and B) I have taken most of the classes that come after this one and most of this is review for me. Also I have finished my given assignment and everyone else will take at least 30 more minutes. I have failed all my bloggy friends out there, I realize this. While I don't have many interesting things to say, I realize that I do have a few faithful who read whatever rantings or ideas that come into my head. I apologize for not sharing my life with you over the past week or so, but things have been busy. We have Daisy as I told you in my last blog, and we try to go see her so that she will love us just as much as she already loves my sweet Mamma (who by the way, may come dognap her once we move.) Another point of distraction has been the massive amount of reading I have to do for this class. I understand that I know most of this, but if I am paying $688 for a class I feel like I should do the homework, plus being the only one who feels the need to read, gives me an upperhand and for some reason that is satisfying. I am not generally the person at the top of the class, and this is a good feeling. When we are not spending time with Daisy and I am not reading my eyeballs out, we are working on the house. This is exciting, and I understand that we will be paying our apartment rent for the month of August, but when August 1 gets here, I want to be sleeping in a house and having any spot I want to park in. These are very liberating ideas, and thus we have been working tirelessly on getting to this point. If anyone has any boxes they would like to donate to the cause I would really be happy to take them. On a side note, I was really convicted in church Sunday night. Bro. Bryan Easley spoke, and as many of you know his wife has breast cancer and has basically been given no hope. In spite of all that, he gave a message about how blessed they are, and how they are still trusting and relying on God. So often I get upset about the little things, and they have this huge problem, but still face it with faith and thanksgiving. I realize I have a long way to go to get to this point. Another thing that got to me was when sweet Reagan DeVaughn looked at me and said "God heals people. God is going to heal Mrs. Beverly." Oh that I could have faith like that precious girl. These are crazy times, but I will try to share more than I have been.