This is our lives on holiday

I've not written for a while... so here's a quick catch up.

Easter was good, pretty busy mind you. We went to Ali's mum's on Saturday and went to a friend's wedding in the afternoon which was pretty cool. Beth wore a very pretty dress and was very well behaved which was nice. In the evening we ate takeaway food from Tesco and watched Casino Royale with some wine, which was also nice. Great film that one. We stuck around for most of Sunday too, then headed back in the evening. My family on Monday - big get together for my sister's 21st... kinda weird little Libby being 21... I was married a year after that. How weird is that? Makes me feel old!

Tuesday and Wednesday off work for putting together IKEA furniture. We now have a huge cabinet in our front room... So big we can't even half fill it with all the stuff that's supposed to go in it.

Thursday and Friday... work.

We went to Formby yesterday for a walk and a picnic and a bit of a sit on the beach. The weather was surprising, such that I was utterly ill attired in my jeans... Still, I can't have been the only one surprised by the weather, as there were plenty of scallies leaping around the dunes in just their boxer shorts, which is truly a sight that should not be seen. Still, ill clad youths aside it was a nice day.

And today... church and another crisis of faith for me. Joy. My faith feels much too rational, and mechanistic, and not... faithy enough. I don't feel it. I don't believe in God because I've ever really experienced him, but just because it makes sense for God to exist, and for all that follows from there. It never seems to get from my head to my heart, as they say. I don't feel like I've been saved from anything, and I can't talk of any big change in my life as a result of God, so I can't really "sell" this to anyone, so evangelism is just completely out of the question.

Anyway. I'm not sure this is the right place for my ongoing faith disaster, so I'll draw this to a close.

In other news, Welcome To The Black Parade by emo whiners My Chemical Romance is a better song than it really should be. Or perhaps I just can't resist crap punk every once in a while.