We went to Phillip Island this weekend for a woman’s retreat. It was my first time at Phillip Island so yay. We went to the penguins and they were very cute and I had my first sunbake and swim. I had to drive the van there and back and around the place. Very cool, I like driving the van. Was a lovely weekend hanging out with some credo chickies. Everyone was so lovely and my relationships with the girls were strengthened. All except one. Before dinner I suggested that someone say grace, and after they had finished, this girl turns around and says to me, “why do you bother saying grace if you don’t even believe in him.” Everyone including me was just like “wow.” The night before we had been talking and I simply suggested that the Bible may or may not be 100% fact and that it is possible that men wrote it and that sometimes it is a little bit sexiest. Obviously that proves I don’t believe in God. Damn my whole life is just a big lie and I better get in contact with her God who teaches lets judge eachother, that is so more important than tolerance and love. Sorry if that sounds bitchy and hypocritical, it is just where else do I vent but in my journal. It was a real struggle not to say all of that to her. Ray told me I could challenge her on it if I wanted but I decided to just leave it. Sometimes theological debates are fun and interesting but this one had the potential to get nasty and if that is the case then what is the point. Especially when everything else was so lovely.