因为在神没有一件事是不可能的

Last night I ate dinner at 8:30, in the sun, while I watched God push away a storm I saw coming my way. It was good.

I came to a place with an amazing view around 5:30. I figured I would spend the rest of the day bumming around in that area. I sat down on a bench that overlooked, what seemed like, the entire world and began making a necklace.

Off to my left there are miles of fields, differing in colors, with little villages scattered about. The occasional wood pops up out of the ground like big mushrooms made out of trees.

To my right there is more of the same, but beyond all that I can see the towers of the York minster a good forty miles away. Am I supposed to be able to see this far in England?

In front of me, however, is sad. Of course there are the villages, the woods, the fields. But beyond that there is a stupidly huge power plant creating big, ugly, ominous pillars of clouds above it. These clouds are slowly forming into a storm and the wind is blowing my direction. I can see the sky get darker in front of me, not long after I can even see rain coming down from these clouds and they are coming straight for me. I don't really feel like getting wet. I was talking to God and I mentioned in passing that I really didn't want to get wet and that I would really like it if He would make the storm go a different direction. After that I started making dinner. It was tomato soup. And I watched the clouds change shape and literally begin moving the other direction.

Last night was a good night.