Journeying together

So, yesterday was a good day. Just knowing that I was sitting in my last Real Analysis 2 class with Dr. Scott was a great comfort and though Numerical Methods later on was arguably dull, it wasn't bad. The sun was shining, the air wasn't too damp or cold and the sky had lovely patches of blue. I had even managed to get my morning "start-up" coffee and had been reading about God's love, and applying it to my life, in that book, which I'm sorry to say I haven't finished reading yet (Not I, but Christ by Stephen Olford). It was actually talking about exchanging our love for that of Christ's but 1 Corinthians 13-14:1 was at the beginning of the chapter as a reminder.

 

I was getting home at the end of the day, when out of nowhere, a spell of discouragement hit me. Something insignificant happened followed by another small inconvenience and I'm ashamed to say that it was enough to bring the whole day down. I suddenly felt alone even with my mum in the house and the head-knowledge that God is always there. Realising that this was not a good state of being that I was slipping into, I immediately put on some praise and worship music and forced myself to list and thank God for the many many MANY blessings of the day and whatever else that would come to mind. Isn't it strange the way we easily and quickly forget the good of the day and get affected by the tiniest amount of "not-so-goods"? The next two hours were spent folding and stuffing what seemed to be an endless sea of newsletters and envelopes while trying to pray along with the words of the songs. I confess it was a struggle but be assured, this story has a happy ending because we are always more than conquerors through Christ and endeavouring to remain in Him gives great joy.

 

I was so grateful when my dad finally got back from prayernight around 11pm and we managed to eat dinner (I hadn't eaten till then) and just talk about whatever was on our minds and hearts. I definitely appreciate that about my dad- that we can just talk (he mentioned last night that I would, since I'm a girl and apparantly talking and thinking too much is just something we do...haha). It was past midnight by the time we turned in and probably closer 1am by the time I fell asleep but praise God that His mercies are new every morning and His amazing grace and goodness never ceases to amaze. This morning, I managed to wake up on time, catch my train, get a chai latte and sit through my last class of the semester! Praise the Lord for He has turned my mourning into dancing!

 

Feeling Oh-SO-grateful to Him who sustains me.