Quality, Christ-centered conversation is a soothing balm and something I desparately needed after the things I experienced today. I sat out on the porch rediscovering what it is like to spend personal time with the Lord. My time was spent mostly on long sighs (when I was about to speak something that was on my heart), and as I prayed I would continually just lapse back into saying "thank you" again and again.

After my roomate Paul had asked for a clove he came out and sat with me. He smoked beside me, as I was contenting myself with breathing in the scent of the citronella candle that sat at my feet. We talked a little about work and other things, and then Paul proceeded to take his heart out and lay it on the table that I had been using to prop up my feet a little earlier. He relayed things to me that weighed deeply on his heart and mind, and my roomate whom I once saw as shallow and one-dimensional, showed me that I was a fool in thinking so.