Now for a short story that doesn't relate to what I just wrote.... Last night, well first of all, have I told that I'm going up to Thunderbay the first week of July for a something that's basically a missions trip? I think I may have mentioned it at least once before, possibly as a side note or indirectly. Either way, I am and I'm going with some awesome people I know to run a camp for First Nations kids. It's exciting.
So last night, I had a meeting for it and I went obviously. Three people there got to practise giving a short version of their testimonies as prep for the camp. The rest of us will go the next time. One girl though gave her testimony and what I never knew before was that she used to be into drugs, alcohol and cutting before. I talked to her afterwards about my friend in my media arts class, just asking her how to go about it and stuff. She mostly just said to ask questions, she said that no one really told her about Jesus but that she got into Him through the youth center (the people I'm going to Thunderbay with). What I got out of it was to ask questions to try and understand where they're coming from and I guess just be a friend because everyone needs friends.