100

This is my 100th post. It is hard to believe that I stuck with this for 100 days. I do not have anything profound to say. Saturdays are always the hardest day for me to write... I have absolutely no words. It is extremely rare in real life to catch me speechless, but week after week Saturday comes and I have nothing worth while to say.

So I wrote the first paragraph about 2 hours ago and since then I have been working diligently on some reading for school. Why is it that the more I learn the more questions I have? I believe fully that God gave me my inquisitive mind for a reason. However, I feel like the constant need for an answer shows a lack of faith at times. Perhaps these are not mutually exclusive, but it sure feels like they are. And with that I will bid thee farewell for today and go write a paper.