Jesus Pizza

At least twice this weekend, I felt the hand of God directly intervening. Not at all grandiose or mystical, but I definitely felt like someone was directly addressing my concerns.

I had been deliberating whether or not to fly back to VA for Thanksgiving. And on Saturday, I was asked to work an extra two days at work. When I did a rough estimate on how much extra money I would make, it totalled 80 cents more than my plane ticket would cost. I took it as a sign I should fly to VA. So I will be celebrating a Cville Thanksgiving!

After super-slacker, student mass (9.30!), they had "Hospitality". I love Hospitality Sundays. Some sort of goodies (cake, juice boxes, etc.) on your way out. And this week, it was pizza. I have been craving pizza for like a week. But I without someone to share a pizza with, it is difficult justifying it. Also, I am not a "deep dish" kind of girl. In Chicago, this can be tricky. And I had staved off the temptation all of Sunday, especially since there is no place that just sells slices open on Sundays. Then, at the the end of my day, Jesus provided pizza! It's like he knew. Right up there with the Papa John's sticker we tacked to the fridge at Yellow House - "Your pizza experience managed by Christ" Who knew Jesus did delivery?

To follow up on the Jesus pizza, I bought a frozen diGiorno pizza for dinner last night. And that also hit the spot. Nice and crusty, lots of cheese. And no cat hair in my garlic sauce. Admittedly, no garlic sauce, but hey.

on Pandora: Holden & Thompson - "Come to Me"