God loves me and wants me. Over the past few days, things have been coming back. I was going to attend Confession on Saturday evening, followed by Mass, however I didn't feel it would be appropriate to go whilst stoned.
Sunday morning I was going to go to mass, but alas, again I was stoned. Instead I called Fr. Murphy, Parish Priest of Holy Spirit Parish in Lavington. There was no answer so I left a message on his v-mail. This is the same priest who gave a talk on Homosexuality and The Church some weeks ago (wrote about it in a previous blog). I now have an appointment to see him at his parish for tomorrow afternoon, which works out well. I go to the doctor tomorrow morning - hopefully get a prescription, though don't see why I won't - which requires a bus ticket, so I will get a day-pass as it is senseless paying each way!
In the afternoon I can suss out the bus out to Lavington and get one out to Holy Spirit, or close to at least, then catch another one home!
Today I was meant to meet up with the Diocesan Youth Leader of the Sandhurst Diocese, but I wasn't feeling the best about myself, spent the day stoned - and still am, and still have enough to tie me through until I go to bed, wake up, shower and see the doc and get the real shit!
So, I didn't see Karen. I did get a message later on from another friend with her phone number. She is my age, goes to the youth group, went to my high school and like me had a spiritual awakening.
Later on she asked if I wanted a visitor, which is what I was thinking, so she came over and we had a good long chat. She told me how she is always here for me, if I need a lift to youth group etc; then let her know, how everyone at youth group still always ask about me and how they care. She also wrote down the days and times and places where there is Adoration/Benediction etc; and again she would be happy to take me there.
God loves me and wants me back. I am needed for something - we all are - and the amount of trials and tribulations, the addictions and unwants I have had to bear has made me stronger; perhaps God's will for me requires a great deal of stress-coping and courage!
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