The Night Before

Last night was the second Iowa City Salt Company of the school year, and I got to put myself on a very exclusive (I'm guessing) list. I was on lyrics, and got to start my own "God Story" video. There were a couple surprises because of this. One was the crowd laughing at points. I didn't think of it until actually seeing it that some points are kinda hilarious.

The big surprise, though, was the people coming up to me afterwards and commenting. I wasn't expecting strangers to come up and compliment on my life. I'm a shy person, so attention is not something I'm well-equipped for, not to mention that they were talking like something I did was so great. From my point of view, I was just swept along in events, especially those in the video. It was all thanks to God (and some of his wonderful servants) that I am able to look back and tell my story with a smile instead of shame. Some of those servants were mentioned by name in that video, but there were many others whose contributions were less quantifiable. The old saying "it takes a village" normally applies to raising children, but it also applies very well to God stories, and not everyone is going to have the big part in the story. Some are going to be the "dozens of people" praying. Some are going to work the soil for years and still see no fruit until nearly 5 years later, when they get a facebook message telling that the soil they worked so hard on has finally borne fruit. Yet the story would not be complete without each and every one of those that tended that soil.

And now that I've gone and gotten all misty-eyed thinking about all the people that helped lead me to God, I've got to go to class in 20 minutes, so I better stop here and compose myself so I can be ready for Physical Chemistry.