Youth and Screwtape

Hello followers (All three of you!)
It's creeping up on midnight, and I'm sitting in the bathroom reading an amazing book by C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters. It's a really convicting read, because you identify with the patient. You notice that you too do those little things that Screwtape is telling his nephew to make Christians do. Oh, and yes, I so sit in the bathroom on the floor and read. Don't you judge me.
Today was another redemptive day. It's going to be a little while before things are amazing, but right now things are really, really good. I've been crying a lot lately, but not always of sadness. I'm not a big cryer, but it seems like tears of joy have managed to mingle in with all my other emotions. It's strange, feeling so good and so bad at the same time. But the bad is leaving slowly, and as of now it is nearly gone.
I had youth group tonight, which was awesome as ever. Instead of having a lesson, we had just a big ol' heap of worship. It was a good refresher. It seems like it's been a while since I've had a chance to really worship, and poof! There it was.
My bookmark is an old wrapper off a Lipton tea bag. Every time I see it, it makes me want tea.
I have two strings tied on my finger. One is a piece of yarn that Tim found in his pocket one day. The other is a string that came off of Wob's pants. They've both survived a lot more than I thought either of them would. They're strong little buggers.
I think that's all I'll post for now. Adios blog peeps!
P.S. If you have not heard the live recording of Sister by Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds, you my friend are missing out.
P.P.S. Is this supposed to be PPS or PSS? I can never remember. Well PSS is underlines in a red squiggly so  I think it's PPS.
Okay bye for real.