Vengeance is Mine, I will repay.

G'day!

I have this little game going on with some friends of mine where we are villains from a league of evil. The name of the league is the Evil Villains Insidious League of Extreme Depravity, also known as EVILED... Of course, not just anyone can join. I'm the president of the League--- I call myself the Harbinger of Evil. My vice president calls herself the Omen of Evil, and we got ourselves a new recruit today. She calls herself the Hatter of Evil, I suppose in honor of the Mad Hatter. She specializes in tormenting people with hopes and desires, whilst keeping them just out of your reach. For me, she showed me pictures of food before I even had breakfast. Now, albeit that wasn't too tormenting, I consider it a good start... Though that food looked pretty good. So, give a round of applaud to our newest villain, Miss Hatter.

Moving along! So my college had this huge track meet Friday. And me being an intern for the Athletic Trainers, I got to be one of those special people who gets to go anywhere I want! It was pretty cool. What's lame is I don't get free food and drink at the concessions stand! I mean, come on, I'm awesome. I should get stuff for free, right? ;P
Though seriously, they got sandwiches for all of the volunteers that worked the track meet... And they gave them T-shirts! But what about us trainers? We took care of the athletes' injuries, but do we get a shirt or sammich? Nooope. I mean, I don't care about a T-shirt... But come on, trainers get hungry too. Give us a sammich, ya? Whatever though. I got a burrito from a shop nearby, so I was happy enough with that. ^^
I like running around the games though, wearing my cool red-brimmed running shoes, my awesome official Trainer T-shirt, and against the standard of the dress code, my jeans. Forget about khakis... Sure, khakis are kinda cool, but I feel better in jeans. I can run in jeans and do all sorts of activities without damaging them, but in khakis I feel like if I even do I dive-roll I'll ruin them. What I really want is some convertible cargo pants in a khaki color. That way if it's too hot, I can just zip-off the lower legs, and when it cools down I can just throw the pant legs back on. Though I look more cool wearing my black T-shirt tucked in tight, my dark boot-cut jeans, and my black shades. I look like a hard-core trainer. B)
Friday's track meet was really busy. There were about a hundred athletes and only 16 trainers at the start... We came down to roughly 8 trainers halfway through the day though, as many of them had to leave for work or other stuff. So near the end of the day there was a lot more stress put on us remaining trainers to keep an eye on the athletes and take care of them if something went wrong. But it was a good day! I enjoyed myself. =D

On another note...

So a girl I've known for a long time, and consider a sister, recently got hurt badly by some jerk... And you know, as her self-pronounced brother I feel inclined to hurt him back. So I went through a cycle of ideas to hurt him... First I wanted to give him the honor of being the first guy to get punched in the face by me. But then I thought, a punch isn't enough. It's only momentary... And besides, he's only 15, so if I punch him I could get in trouble. ;P
So then I thought, maybe I could provoke him in to hitting me first... Maybe torment him to the breaking point, let him punch me a few times, then beat him to a bloody pulp.
Then I thought... Maybe I could just make his life as miserable as I possibly could for the whole day that I get to see him.
And then I remembered Romans 12:19, which says, "Never take your own revenge, beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, 'vengeance is Mine, I will repay,' says the Lord." and I realized... It's not my place to take vengeance. That's God's job. My vengeance would be out of mere anger, while God's would be out of justice, served hot. And sure, He may not end up hurting him... He might end up saving him. So whatever happens, it would be best to spend my time with my sister, sit back, and see what God's got in mind.

God can see the game from a birds eye view. He knows what plays will and wont work, and He's chosen the best possible action to take. Sure, you can let God know what's going on out on the field, but ultimately, He knows what to do, so just take a deep breath, fasten your seat belt, and trust God.

God bless ya ladies and gentlemen,

G'day!