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Whoooooooooo! Today I finished my last class.....EVER!!! Um, unless I go to grad school. But I'm not thinking about that in a long, long time.
So, I have to come up with an 80's punk rocker costume. By tomorrow. Yeah....about that.....

I start my Kaplan course tonight and my ERI bootcamp tomorrow.
YAY for impaling my brain with thousands and thousands of wonderful NCLEX questions!!!

Tomorrow night is Delac. That should be interesting. It looks as though my mohawk idea isn't going to work. Boo. Ok, I'm over it.

Oh yeah, and yesturday God decided that my time in hiding was pretty much over. He threw a couple ministry opportunities at me, which I unsuccessfully tried to dodge. Key word: unsuccessfully. For example: I landed in the Emergancy Department at Christiana with a good friend of mine (a Jewish Athiest no less) who was having abdominal pain, dizziness and severe anxiety issues. Had I not tried to dodge that ministry opportunity, I would have been able to ride in the ambulance with her (which would have been totally awesome). But, being the wus I am, I tried to rational why I couldn't escort her to the ED at 10pm.

Dude! What the heck is wrong with me? In the words of Rabbi Chernoff: "When you've got an opportunity to minister, drop everything and go!" Who cares about it being 10 at night, having to get up for work at 6:30, and not having done the paper that I have due in the morning???? It's the ministry, fool! Ok, that's a little Mr. T in me.

Point being, I realized my error as soon as the ambulance pulled away (ok, someone--the boy, namely--pointed out my error for me....) and we drove as fast as possible to Christiana.

I stayed with my friend for about an hour, trying to comfort her.
The hard part was when I asked her if she would like me to pray for her.
She said no.

No?

Ok, I said. And that was it. I am praying for her. Just like I have been for 4 years. The boy and I prayed for her in my living room that night. It's ok. God works. It's hard because I so much want to see her get saved, but I can't change anyone. God does the changing. We just do the praying.

Sooooo, I guess I'm back on the front lines. I stayed a little too long in the barricks, and now my Commanding Officer is pushing me back to where the action is. I'm a Ranger. Special Ops. Won't settle for less then the best.

And with my .66-caliber assalt rifle in my hands, ain't nothing going to harm me!

Rangers lead the way! Hooah!!