Weekend of Fun

I had a superb weekend filled with laughter, food and very good friends . It all started on Friday when Crystal graced me with her prescence. Not even half an hour after she arrived we went and ate Thai food (I could eat that stuff everyday...oh, wait...Thailand here I come!), and then we went to Joel's house (more affectionately known as Grandpa Joe) for fondue (or "fun"do). It was awesome...a whole bunch of people that haven't seen each other in a long time, or people who have just met all conveining around a pot and dripping chocolate all over the place. Can't ask for much more than that, can you...? That evening ended late...much later than I'm used to.

Saturday began with me going for a run with Joel and Kyle (did you know we are training for a "marathon"? nobody needs to tell Joel that marathons are actually much longer than 10km), then that afternoon Crystal and I went for coffee where we played checkers with pennies and quarters in which she handily kicked my butt...twice...nice strategy Crystal...well played!

That evening we went into Vancouver for a friend's b-day party and mingled amongst prosthetists (prostheletists?). Also a late night.

Finally, the weekend ended with us all getting together again for brunch and spending the day playing pool (the girls won both times), and laying around until it was time for night church.

In the midst of all this getting together and fun times, there were a few moments that stick out in my mind. When Crystal and I were coming back from the birthday party we stopped in to a coffee shop to get something warm to drink. As we were waiting for our "royal lattes", this girl came in, bleeding from her head and asking to use the bathroom. I followed her in there and helped her clean up a bit, but more importantly felt compassion for her. She had gotten into a bit of a tiff and had been pushed on the ground where she hit her head. And then this afternoon while I was walking home from school I ran into this guy who seemed quite dispondant. I started chatting with him and found out that he's had a pretty rough go at life and he was shocked that I would stop and talk with him. I told him that God loves him (which can seem so trite, but it was the right thing to say at that moment) and it cut him to the heart. His name is Pascal if anyone wants to pray for him...

So, I'm tired and yet happy. It was so good to connect with friends and have some laughs and get to meet new people. And I so enjoyed seeing God meet people right where they are at.