"You're a falling star, You're the get away car. You're the line in the sand when I go too far."

Good old Michael Bublé, Sarah's husband, according to the keyring I bought her.

I am shocked, appalled, disgusted, astounded, and any other word that the thesaurus would come up with for that feeling, at the fact that I have not written in this lovely blog since the 12th of July. Though I do deserve mild punishment, the fact that I haven't been spending all my time on the internet is undoubtedly a very good thing.

Since my last epic tale, I've been generally day-tripping around Northern Ireland and visiting, ashamedly for the first time ever,the rinkha in Whitehead- apparently it's a local landmark. I'm not going to make myself feel guilty about it though, because whether it is well known or not, not seeing it will never compare to being a Giant's Causeway virgin for 18 years of my life. Thank goodness I have actually been there now- I'd hate my Uni friends to know more about my country than I do. Speaking of Uni, it is exactly one week to results day. Everytime someone utters the 'r' word, my poor wee heart wants to jump out of my chest.

The thought of not getting in to Durham is just too scary and even though it's likely that i haven't failed every module of every subject, there is still that worry of 'oh crap, what if I majorly messed up?'. Since this current topic of conversation is pushing me towards hyperventilation, I think I'll shut up. *Exhales.*

Anyway, we went to Castlewellan yesterday. Sorry, I should probably elaborate on my vague term 'we'- I am referring to me, Nicki ( who was driving), Heather and Phil. We arrived in Castlewellan at about 4, decided to walk around the lake for a while, then in a very rebellious fashion, very furtively made our way into the Castle for a mauds sans armbands. I know- we could have been arrested. Then, being the cultured people we are, we went to the chippy and sat on a beach eating our fried goods and simultaneously dodging a swarm of wasps. Eugh, wasps.

After that exciting event, we went back to Castlewellan and headed for the evening worship, which turned out to be a bit disastrous- we ended up going to the oldies one instead of the youth one, needless to say it was pretty snoreworthy. We listened to a woman talk about a mission trip,to Toga, which worryingly lacked anything about God, for what seemed like a century and then sang a few songs, which was a bit less 'i want to shoot myself in the head.'
At about 10.30pm, we made a very wise decision to leave Castlewellan and head home. My reason for using the term 'very wise' is due mainly to the fact that the fog was so thick that night, you could barely see ten feet in front of you. The level of sheer blindness was somewhat comparable to when I'm not wearing my glasses and I mistake inanimate objects for dogs and sometimes humans.

In other news, I am no longer single. That's right. You heard me. To be honest, I never really intended on getting a boyfriend right before going to Uni because I didn't think it would be ideal. But now, I think my views on the whole situation have changed. The amount of times I have complained about being single is probably a number I can't even count to( i.e. above ten, haha!) and also I feel like Jonny is just a direct answer to prayer. That I didn't even know him a month ago is the weirdest feeling, because I really do feel like I have known him forever ( bring out the cheese grater, I know.) For me, people and situations like that don't come along too often, and so I've come to the conclusion that not allowing God's will to happen would be like slapping him in the face and saying 'thank you for this amazing person and everything, God, but eh, I don't want your blessing.' Sort of like taking a birthday present back to a shop and refunding it.
I just feel extremely grateful that God has blessed me with such a lovely boyfriend who completely gets me- because, let's face it, I am a rather opinionated soul.

Since I am getting a bit tired, and will probably reach a weird stage of delirium soon, I think I'll go. Before I go, I'll leave you with a wee poem I decided to write last week. I was bored, and I just thought, ' I think I'll write a spiritual poem.' This was the outcome:

You envelop the darkness,
It cannot escape your radiance.
You illuminate the stars in Heaven,
They bow down and dance
Before you.

You are alpha and omega,
The earth is clenched in your hand.
Even the gittering water falls,
Cannot understand
Your splendour.

Your love surpasses reason,
It will never judge nor cease.
The Great I Am, the Three-In-One,
The Prince of Peace
You are.

You designed us in your image,
Our breath is for your glory.
Your death and resurrection is
The greatest story
Ever told.

You are promise, hope and joy,
We rejoice in divine romance.
You illuminate the stars in Heaven,
They bow down and dance
Before you.