One CRRRAAAZZYYYYYY Week.

This week in itself had been crazy. to think that last week the three girls and i were on our way to enfield for training, it feels so long ago. the training went really well, and on the tuesday we were avle to put into practice what we learnt as there was a half term thing going on at the enfield academy. i woke up tuesday morning with a sore throat, but i took ppain killers and thought no more of it. travelling back tuesday evening, i had to go to the hub house for some training on a pragram they use called logic. during this, i got quite cold, and stated shaking. went home and straight to bed and spent the rest of the week at home ill. which in itself was wierd as im a bit lost on what im doing now. i cancelled helping at the wedding and went home on friday afternoon to see my mummy. to say the least, she was very happy to see me.
she had booked an appoinment to see a doctor and i got given talets for tonsillitis that i had. spent frday and saturday around the house being lazy.
sunday was the day that really matters to me. i went to church in the morning which was nice and i saw people i hadn't for a while. i was hoping to see mark (the guy going out with my ex), but he wasnt there. so after the service, i went to his flat, but he wasnt in. i rang him and he was round kerry's (my ex), but he came over to see me.
so many thoughts ran through my head when i saw him. 'now what do i do?', 'i really want to hurt this guy...'
he put his bike away, and we stood face to face in his lounge, and with everything i had within me, i stepped forward, and i hugged him. neither of us were expecting that to actually happen. we then both had tears rolling down our faces, he knew he had doen wrong and he explained everything and how sorry he was, and he understood how i felt, and he kept saying 'hw can i make this better?'. i forgave him there and then. it felt good to let it go. to have him as a friend again. not even planning to see kerry, i was having a coffee with her 15 minutes later. to cut a long story short, the same thing happened. we spoke, we cried, we explained. she apologised for everything she had done, and was sorry she hadnt delt with things differently. we hugged several times, before mark came back, and we all went back to marks.
the walk back to marks felt good. we were friends again. and i didnt hate them anymore. i went on facebook laer, and the sinking feeling i had before every time i saw them on there had gone.
i got back to london late last night, and jo said 'to be honest i am totally in awe of you right now'.
but i dont want people to be like that. i did what i did because i had for myself. to let my be free from the pain i felt, and to be able to move on and be able to focus on what i am doing in london.
i was able to do what i did because God gave me strength to do so, because i asked him so many times over the past few weeks.
this week has been crazy, but God has been there every stepof the way. i could not have had a better week. sunday could not have been better.
Praise the Lord.