A Sign from God
OK. There's this guy I'm obsessed with. (Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Surprise. Surprise. Anne's obsessed with a guy.) Anyway, I know I shouldn't be obsessed with this guy. At least I think I shouldn't be. So, as I was getting ready to go to church on Sunday, I was telling myself all the reasons I should stop thinking about him and just get on with my life. Then, because I was on my way to church, I joked a little with myself and said "Unless, of course, I get a sign from God."
So, I'm sitting in Mass listening to the homily and the priest says "When I was in (this guy's hometown), I got to be friends with (the guy) and his family ..."
Sign from God? Hmm?
1 comment:
Yep, I think that counts. Unless the priest went on to say how he was an evil, bad person--then, it wopuldn't count.
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