typical monday.

it all started with a startling wake-up text from my boss, Sharon, who was "sick" today. she seems to be sick a lot & whenever she is sick, which is more often than not, i get stuck with a load of work that is just plain outrageous. but this is beside the point of my story. i get to work, & before i even walk in the door it's a total S&%# storm. if you know anything about me & where i work, you'll know that there's never a day that the shit DOESN'T hit the fan.
but that, too, is beside the point of my story.
so all day i'm stackin' chips & crackin' skulls. just a day in the life, ya know? every FIVE seconds someone walks into the cubicle THAT I SHARE...yes, i share a CUBICLE...with some big issue or complaint or gossip or WHAT THE HECK EVER that they HAVE to share with me. i feel almost like the office shrink, or something.
this too, besides the point.


OKAY SO FINALLY.
it's six o'clock. time to punch out & go home.
suddenly, i realize,
'Hey, it's monday night. I'm gonna go to Monday Nights!' 


(Monday Nights Live at Calvary Chapel Costa Mesa is a Bible study that has had a huge impact on my life over the past year & a half.)


just as i decide i'm gonna go, the owner of the firm i work for says,
"Hey Caity! I need you to help me move the entire accounting office into the new office...right now."


whaaaaat? really? ugh. okay.
so i move all sorts of things into a dusty room that still reeks of cigarettes from the ladies who worked in there previously.


it's 7:00pm.
service starts at 7:30pm.
i'm in Ontario.

church is in Costa Mesa.
& i need to get gas.
there's no way right?
WRONG!


i start driving out there & before i know it, i'm driving next to the Pond & it's only 7:16pm.
WHAT?!!??!!?!?!! how in the HECK did i get from Ontario to Anaheim in FIFTEEN MINUTES?!?!?!


i SWEAR that when i need to be somewhere important, & i'm running late, God slows down time for me. it's not the first time he's done this either.


but that's not all.
i'm about to get off on Fairview when out of nowhere my POS car makes this horrific noise that scares me into almost crashing. for the next two miles, i'm DRAGGING something beneath my feet & i can FEEL it.


like REALLY? i made it all the way out here & NOW you're gonna die on me?


i pull into church, pissed. more than pissed. LIVID.
go inside, can't seem to get UNpissed. UNlivid.


(did i forget to mention i was sitting inside the church at 7:32pm? yeah. awesome.)


as soon as worship starts, everything fades back to the way i felt before my car took a crap.
just as it should be. i'm calm, i'm collected, i'm ready to hear what Pastor Garid has to say.
EVERYTHING HE SAYS IS COMPLETELY RELATED TO ME & MY LIFE.
almost as if he knew.

"There is a warfare that goes on in the life of the believer. 

Once the spirit has come alive, now there comes this striving for the mastery of me. 

Will I be mastered by the spirit or will I be mastered by the flesh?"- Pastor Chuck Smith

it's mind blowing how much i let my flesh influence how i live my life.

instead of doing what i know i SHOULD do, i do only what i want to do.

whether it be getting up early for work, or skipping a rager or doing my homework

BEFORE the day it's due, i always WANT to pick the one i know is hazardous.

i sleep in til 8:30 when i have to be at work at 9:00. i go to the ragers! I PROCRASTINATE!

it's about time i let the Spirit master me completely.

so to sum up this completely unnecessarily long blog, my life is a constant battle between good & evil.

it's like God is Hunter Hearst Helmsley (Triple H? Suck it? Anybody?) & Satan is this cute little puppy that just wants

to cuddle but then God says "SUCK IT!" & kicks the puppy. little do i know, that puppy has RABIES! & is trying to INFECT ME!

Triple H knew...but i didn't...& 
he saved me? okay this weird. basically what i'm trying to say is that as much as what i WANT to do

seems so cute & cuddly, & what i NEED to do seems so mean & sweaty, i have to be lead by the Spirit.

this makes NO sense.

hopefully you can figure out the jist of what i mean here.