After the events of this post, I had been having problems finding joy in life. I was down for a while. Even after getting over the rejection, I just wasn't joyful. Since Salt Company at Old Brick, I've been excited about every little thing.
At connection group last night, we had a new guy with an amazing story of redemption. It was awesome to hear his story, and his fire for God. When it came time for prayer requests, what came to mind was joy. I wanted the joy of the past few days to continue.
After connection group, we all went over to a worship music party. For the next three hours, there were around 20 people singing to God in a trailer. For a little more information on the party--and the host's day leading up to it--head over here.
I woke up with "Blessed Be Your Name" on my mind, so that was the first song I had my iPod play on the walk to class. I soon slipped and fell on the ice. I got up and went on. A while later, I fell again. Again, nothing hurt, so I got up and walked on. When I was about halfway to class, I fell for a third time. This time, I got up in pain. As near as I can tell from what hurt, I must have made a fist with my left hand, and that hit first. So remember, punching concrete is bad. I didn't fall down again, but by the time I got to class, my forefinger and thumb were starting to swell and change colors. I couldn't flex that hand without pain, but I had already walked all the way, so I wasn't going to just go home.
After my first class, I went to the library. I usually hang out there during my two-hour break on Tuesdays and Thursdays, working on homework. However, the guy I usually sit with wasn't there, so I went to sit elsewhere. After my classes ended, I walked home, and realized that God was giving me opportunities to find joy in unpleasant circumstances today. I wonder what He'll do tomorrow.
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