There's so much to be thankful for, yet I find it harder and harder to make space for a special time for God.  It's quite irritating running around doing what needs to be done when there's this tugging feeling in my heart which calls out to me asking me to be silent and still. 

Based on worldly measurement of significance, this is not.  But based on God's way of measuring, this is it.

I can't hardly feel myself slowing down to breathe carefully when there's so much to be done.  We've only just started the third year but already we have to arrange for our fourth year project.  That's quite a long way to go but the book of protocol is seemingly just as thick as the Bible.  On a shorter term, the SPSSC proposal deadline is in 4 weeks, and I'm not any closer to it than I was 4 weeks ago.  OH well.

But amidst the hectic and hectic schedule, God never fails to knock on the door or our hearts(in this case, to ring the doorbell to 42 Wilkies Lane!).  Last night was another Catsoc meeting and it went on unexpectedly well, especially for something we've only just started.

The evening started with a short Mass, then the usual tea and coffee or wine, in my case!  Alcoholic I am now...), alongside Lisa's highly decorative and delicious homemade shortbread while Nathalie arrived at the door.  Her talk started with a testimony of herself then a really brief meditation on one short but strong story from the New Testament.

This is it, testimonies are always always undermined by the young people of today; saying why bother about others when being with God is a personal experience when sharing isn't exactly relevant.  It's always inspiring to see someone, especially of my age(and bound to get married by Christmas!!!) so motivated to share her knowledge and experiences about God.  I think everyone in the room(except maybe Fr. Steve) suddenly realise how much there is to be kown about this amazing Guy who knows our inside out yet loves us so much.  That during the first few seconds of meditation, Mary Frances was somehow so touched she had to leave the room. 

Personally I feel a silent beating to myself.  2 weekends ago Charles, Mary frances and yours truly sat at Starbucks after Mass trying to come up with more things for the Catsoc.  For obvious reasons concerning the Bishop we sidetracked talking about the faults of the Church and what we didn't agree on.  To be more specific, Confession and the Sacrament of reconciliation.  If you ask me, I never saw how they're significant or why anyone would want to go for confession.  But Nathalie spoke briefly yet strongly about it and it was as if God was answering our questions--- which I'm sure, had it been left hanging and unanswered would have the potential to lead us away.  And Mary had been so strong about some of the things which is probably why she felt the most.

The Catsoc seems to be doing well, although admittedly we could do alot better with more people.  Further plans would be to include students from Abertay Dundee Uni as their Catsoc is nonexistent (almost happend to us!!!) this year.  But I don't think I could ever ask for a better team in the Catsoc; everyone with their own speciality. Lisa has the Kitchen and food as her turf of speciality, Charles and his diplomatic and 'lawyer-ly' ways, Neeraj with speciality in technicality and resourcefulness, Mary to give me a hand making plans and giving orders(, not quite..I'd rather say I take care of em 'ol), and everyone else with their amazing co-operativity to give a hand whenever needed!  If you ask me, it's been hand-picked by God.