Our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee...

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"Let all your things be done with charity." (1 Corinthians 16:14)

(Stolen from

michaelmichael)

Well, last week was my last week of classes, thank-goodness. (Yes, I know. I had *nothing* compared to most people. Still. lol.) I still have one research paper that I have to turn into my English teacher sometime tomorrow. I also had some questions on it in a few details that I might still need to fix (I sent her an email, but I forgot she was supposed to be gone somewhere yesterday, and perhaps today as well; I don't remember. So in the meantime, I just guessed what I was supposed to do, just in case I don't get a reply in time. In any case, prayers would be appreciated! Thanks!). Anyway, once I turn that in tomorrow, I should be done with school till July 1, so that's good. So that means I can get back on LiveJournal! (I had made some posts and comments on LJ during this time, plus spent some more time on Facebook, but....it will be nice to be back on LJ more regularly! And even when I do go back to school in July, it shouldn't keep me off LJ as much as it did this time.)

The last couple of days, I also got around to counting my books, and discovered that I have a lot of them. lol. At this moment, I have 1,238 books. That also includes 125 Bibles and 42 New Testaments. :-) (Just to give you an idea, the Bibles alone, not including the New Testament, are by themselves about two and a half times as many as all of my books by and about GKC combined.)

Speaking of which, yesterday at the thrift shop I bought six books, including a book by Agatha Christie At Bertram's Hotel, which cost me fifty cents. I have never read anything by her, but I had to buy that novel because in it she mentions GKC. lol.

"Now don't you worry Mrs. McCrae," he said in his genial fashion, as he sat down to the meal she had prepared for his arrival. We'll hunt the absent-minded fellow down. Ever heard that story about Chesterton? G.K. Chesterton, you know, the writer. Wired to his wife when he'd gone on a lecture tour 'Am at Crew Station. Where ought I to be?'

He laughed. Mrs. McCrae smiled dutifully. She did not think it was very funny because it was so exactly the sort of thing that Canon Pennyfather might have done.

OK, I guess I'll write some more later. Hope everything is doing well. (And if there is anything important that I missed during my absence, please let me know! Thanks!)