Every evening for hours, my friends in Canada get together, eat food, talk, and hang out for hours. Many of us met through IHOP, or did an internship with Shawn Bolz and Whitedove ministries. We seem to spend our time listening to Chuck Missler or Neville Johnson sermons and comparing iPod teaching contents. We can sit around and talk about mysteries like Quantum Physics and the nature of light and sound, or chat about what we're going to do with our lives.

These are people in whose presence I've had heavenly encounters, with whom I've lived in intern housing, driven across the country and travelled to Israel and around the world. People who have encouraged me to not give up, prophecied over me, rebuked me, and loved me even when I'm stupid.