Tonight I met up with an old friend and after eight years of not really speaking to each for no obvious reason we met up. I had contacted him waving a White flag of peace on Facebook after hearing of him being a born again Christian. The reply came that he accepted my invite to meet up and so it was arranged. 
I met my old friend filled with more than a little trepidation and perhaps even a few butterflies in my stomach. It took maybe five seconds to relax into our conversation about his having found God and we didn't struggle to talk, infact we both had to think which order to tell stories in. 
All this talk about God dug up once again my own thoughts on the subject that I never fully get to grips with. Only recently I gave up booze and today is day 9 and I was in a pub for two hours without having a beer and it was very easy.
Was my friend yet another messenger from God telling me to keep edging ever closer to him or would I forever be looking the other way when I am sent signs. Ultimately it was great to talk again to him and none of the past tripped us up. I feel a lot better after tonight, well have to see if talks of holiness rub off on me. 
I did however return home and start playing Call of Duty so maybe I'm not quite ready. 
A good night though.