today, today was an okay day. I set my alarm at 6:30, in hope of waking up and going to school early for SFC, Students For Christ. As the buzzer interrupted the soothing remnants of my peaceful dream, I thought, ahh, it's okay, i'll go next time, I promise. And so I woke up later, but did not get to school late. Just as I walked into the school, I saw Alicia with her smiling, joyful face. And we talked about how SFC will be meeting on friday afternoons as well, because students just can't make it in the morning or perhaps it will be more interesting when the congregation is awake rather than half asleep.

Anyway, so we chatted for a bit before class and then we went our separate ways. Afterwards, I regretted not waking up early just to go to fellowship, you know? Like I love the idea of being devoted and dedicated to one particular purpose, and this was it. If I can't wake up and get my lazy ass up and going, I ain't going anywhere. *sigh* That's why commitment is a hard thing for me right now in my life. I don't have a lot of motivation. I wish I could say that God is. But my eyes are a bit clouded. But I want to try to put my faith at its work.

Sunia and I have become really good friends. She's in my Chem class. I just find it really ironic how i didn't intend on making friends, but God divinely appointed them to me. Anyway, she's a muslim. She's pretty devout about her faith. We were talking about how our future is in God's hands. I started thinking, are we talking about the same God? I remember how after September 11th, a gathering was held for all faiths to come together and pray. But some were Muslim and some were Christian. We're not praying to the same God are we?

My heart says no, they're speaking to Allah and you, God. But Sunia refers to Allah as God. And then my mind says yes, because of the literal meaning of the term.