God - 1; Satan - 0

amanda: "you can't talk to me if you're complaining."

me: "let me complain!!"

amanda: "NO! stop! Don't talk to me"

me: "LET ME COMPLAAAIIIIN!! WHY WON'T YOU LET ME COMPLAIIIIIN?!"

amanda: "Nope." *keeps cooking dinner, refusing to look at me*

me: *screams in frustration* - "AAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGHHH"

amanda: SUCK IT UP. YOU CAN GET THROUGH THIS WITHOUT COMPLAINING. COME ON LYDIA. DEAL WITH IT. YOU CAN DO IT.

me: NOOOOOOOOO.....

*silence...*

me: ... but.. i want to tell you about my day!!

amanda: tell me about your day without complaining.

me: but... that's NO FUUUUN.

amanda: that's the point.
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and so goes the conversation between amanda and I.

haha.. what will i do without amanda? who teaches me to shut my mouth when all I want to do is whine and cause a ruckus.
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20 minutes later after dinner:

me: thank you for letting me scream at you.

amanda: no problem. this is like the pear time. that's when our friendship rose to a whole new level of abuse.

me: ...

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*pear time = time I blew up at amanda in first year for eating my pear, that she didn't even eat.

while i am limited in my verbal complaints, i found myself on msn complaining and venting anyways. >.<

but seriously. my loving housemate reminds me that it is at the times when I am frustrated, or just feeling so incredibly crappy, that Satan is there, WANTING me to scream, wanting me to exaggerate and complain like crazy. And sometimes, I wonder, well, why not? Why CAN'T I just have a little moment of venting?

Of course I can right? But then, SATAN WINS at that particular moment. And here's a closing remark as amanda left the house:

me: *sigh*... now I have nothing to talk about... :) you care (or something like that... something about caring)

amanda: scripture cares...

-- or something along the lines of that.

basically, the way amanda reacted to me was entirely what the Lord commands in His words. The tongue is a dangerous thing. And you never know what pops out when you're angry, frustrated, or just not feeling good.

And in that tiny window of opportunity, Scripture, manifested in Amanda's actions, pierced through and CONQUERED Satan.

AMEN to that.

I praise the Lord for her, and for Jess and Dorcas who were in the house at the time too. From nagging about shoe shopping, parking at jackson's, to cooking dinner, to my whining... the house is now silent once again as I sit here and type, totally at peace .

Feeling the loooooove from my three sisters here...praise God that they are not phased in my instances of being blunt and rude and childish, cuz they know that I am better than that. :)

Mixed with a message from Sindy who reminded me that my health is really important to maintain, and other messages (really random) just asking how I was, or crackin' me up.. I'm totally calm now.

*whew*.. what an intensely filled hour of a rather windy day! :)