nothing can come between a man and his maker

i am becoming acclimated to chicago life.
i have started to comprehend where i am in the city and how to get to a few places.
thus far this has been a great experience for me.
allow me to list some highlights for you:
purchasing a pineapple popsicle from one of the many ice cream bikes that come down our block.
public transportation.
i saw a group of hispanic teenagers in the park the other day. i immediately assumed the worst because my small town mentality taught me to think that way. as i approached them they handed me a tract and said "God Bess you." I was immediately thankful for God reminding me of his presence in the city.

one of my favorite moments in the city came last night when my girlfriend (kelly) and i went to a concert at the house of blues in chicago. we celebrated our 3 month anniversary by going to see august burns red in concert. i vivadly remember one point where i could clearly understand the lyrics (which is strange at a concert like this). the singer (or screamer) with all the power he could find inside him screamed, "nothing comes between a man and his maker." this quote has given me some comfort. sure being in the city can be unsafe. sure i don't have a lot of money and am having trouble finding a job. but despite a great deal of uncertainties i do know that nothing can come between a man and his maker.