Hello, my name is Flic and I am a procrastinator. It has been zero minutes since my last procrastinating activity - blogging/email checking. I am putting off cleaning my apartment and packing my things for Texas. Not because I am not insanely ready to be in Texas, but just because I despise packing. With a hardcore violent passion. It really is not fun. No amount of good music or movies can make this incredibly tedious chore better. BUT.... I WILL BE IN TEXAS IN LESS THAN THREE DAYS!!!!!! Woot!

So, cool story. We were donated 1,500$ by an "anonymous" donor for Christmas to make "Christmas" happen for neighbors and people around town. We chose the Girl's home, a co-worker of mine, and one of Kristin's, our neighbors on the street, and a couple of other families. This has been an amazing experience. SOOO much fun. We blitzed Walmart and bought a TON of stuff for people - things that would make for a great family night or a "pamper yourself" evening or whatever we knew those special ones needed. That was crazy. Today the gifts are all being delievered. I am stoked. I am praying hardcore for my coworker and her family. I want the gifts to be well-recieved and enjoyed but more importantly, I really really really want her to know how insanely loved by God she is. This woman is absolutely beautiful - His Light in her is breathtaking. Probably because she is one of the ONLY Christians in our work enviroment and she is in a leadership position so she shines. She is a dear lady.

A was talking to me today. She is sick and was telling me how much she misses us - the Solid Rock group. She is still in the process of leaving behind the cult in order to follow Christ.

Our brief conversation reminded me of that period that I went through after making my decision, too. It felt like for awhile, I talked to Kate and to other Christians ALL The time for a few weeks, but then all of a sudden, I felt sooo incredibly alone and cut-off. That point was when God allowed my decision to solidify. He gave me the chance to be alone, unable to hear Him, or my friends, or anyone, and to see what I am like without the securities of my involvements in everything, or the security of my friend's faith, or anything else really. I broke. And it was the best thing that could have happened. I do not ever want to feel that again. I don't ever want to be that alone. I know there are times, and I have had more than my share of them, when we are cut off and separated but the complete isolation from God and anyone who really knows Love, it hurts so incredibly much. And that was what made me desire Him.

By the way, I will have a few minutes at church when I get back to speak about Utah and everything so let me know what you want to hear and be praying for the right words to say. Some things are hard to adequately express.