I'm waiting for one of two things:

A) to look outside my window and see pigs flying around, or
B) the Apocolypse

I called my best friend, Destiny, tonight, where I learned something that turned my world inside out and upside down:

She and Scott, her boyfriend of just over 5 months, are breaking up tomorrow. I know 5 months doesn't seem like long, but, honestly, I swear they were made for each other, just meant to be together. She's going to be the one to break it off, because they've essentially come to an unspoken agreement that they're going to be breaking up, and, for her, waiting for him to do it is just killing her, so she told me she was going to do it tomorrow. My best friend instincts are screaming at me to get my butt over to her house asap tomorrow afternoon, but I know I need to let her have her space. I know that, when she's hurt, she prefers to be left alone, but, if she wants someone to comfort her, she'll come to them. All I can do now is to let her know that I'm here for her, and to continue praying for her.

I can't seem to get up the nerve to talk to her about God, though. But, in Bible class tonight, we talked about Stephen, from Acts 6 and 7, and, I swear Keith can read minds, because it was exactly what I needed to hear.

I'm going to call Scott tomorrow afternoon and (even though all my instincts will more than likely be screaming "KILL HIM!!") I'm going to basically say this: "I'm going to talk to Destiny about God. If something happens and our friendship falls apart because of it, I need you to be there for her. Let her know you still love her...and, by the way, you two are meant to be together, and you're an idiot for letting her go." That last bit is assuming they actually do break up.

Please keep me, Dest, and Scott in your prayers...and my boyfriend, Nick, as well.