Why do I still want to talk to you
After all we did to each other
You played with my heart
I let you take me away from
The One True Love of my life
Only for a summer fling
I expected you to fix me
Make the pain all go away
Ironic as it may seem
Once the light of summer faded
Clearly I could see again
The damage I had done
So I called out in tears
To the only One who could heal the pain
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned
Now a broken heart is what I have
I left Your Son for someone new
he hurt me, and I played games.
I want to stop the games
Back in the arms of the One Who Can Truly Love me for me"
I was broken but my Love is putting me back together
To love another second to Him with His Love alone!

First time for everything!

I woke up this morning not really thinking to myself "I think I'll start bloging today", but as I was cleaning my room I got really bored and I had been thinking about starting one the last little while but had always decided against it. So this is my very first blog and I want to see how long I can keep this up. This new year looks like is going to have a lot of firsts for me...okay so other years have also had a lot of firsts and this one my not have THAT many but so far there have been 2: I got a gym membership and I started a blog!!!(yay) Okay enough of this rant it's time for:

A little bit about me
I'm part of a university chaplaincy THAT IS AMAZING!! I live with an awesome group of young women most of who I know from the chaplaincy that I'm part of. My cultural heritage/backround is half Italian and half well umm Canadian(my mom's side of the family has been here for quite a while, but if you go far enough back it is all from the UK and surrounding area). I'm very proud of my cultural backround and love both cultures. That being said for most of my high school years I lived with my dad(who is Italian) now anyone who come from an Italian family especial ones who have only been here(in Canada) for one or two generations know that me moving out before I'm married is a HUGE DEAL or like we say in Italian "una disgratsia"-translation its a disgrace- oh well! I also sing in the chior at the chaplaincy. One thing I forgot to mention is I'm a Religious Studies student...and I think thats about it! God Bless!!!