Hi everybody! Thank you so much for your kind prayers & comments. I am still having a hard time (Thursday night was a doozie for me), but God is good. There has been much encouragement even in the difficulty. I know that I'll look back on it and see His hand through it all, and praise Him. Why is it that trials are always the things you look back on with the most joy? It does seem that way, with me at least. Trials are truly rich times when you see God so clearly because He draws you so close.
You know what's really strange? Lately, the weather has completely matched my mood. Even down to weird mixes of sun and ominous clouds when I have mixed emotions. And Thursday, I cried (while it simultaneously rained), got it together (and the rain held up), and then I began crying again (with increasing intensity as the rain began to pick up). It's one of the oddest things I've ever seen. Of course, usually I'm happy and it's not sunny, so it's not usual. Just lately. :)
And life goes on. For a number of reasons, I've been baking like a madwoman. I made an apple cake for my parents' anniversary (which was really on the 18th, but they were forced to celebrate it on the 25th instead). Last night, I baked a pineapple upside-down cake, and this morning I baked a coffee cake. I seem determined to make myself (and everyone around me) fat. But it's fun to do! :) I've been really wanting to bake a layer carrot cake sometime, but haven't gotten around to it. Why do I get the urge to bake once the weather is warming up? That really doesn't make much sense, does it?
Anyway, I need to call into work pretty soon (they have me on call today). I'm hoping I don't have to go in, because I'd been wanting to have dinner with some friends tonight. At least God knows what schedule he wants me to have. Good thing He's in control. Seems like I'm always confused about what's going on.
I'm going through a hard time right now. Normally, I am very happy. God has given me a fairly content and joyful heart. I'm hardly ever sad or emotional, but due to a couple of things lately, I feel like someone has died. It's that bad. Yesterday, on the way to work, I started crying. It all comes in waves. Sometimes I can manage, other times, I just can't. But God is good, and even though I'm broken, He's holding me and will direct my path.
I know this is really vague, but would you please pray for all people involved?
Well, it is shamefully late at night, and I've been shamefully late at posting anything since camp. I do hope to get a recap post finished, but I'm too tired to think about that right now.
I just wanted to give a post to say I'm alive, basically. I've been working a ton, it seems. Friday I worked 8 hours, finishing at 12:15, and then had to be in at 11:30 the next morning, and worked 9 hours that day. Suffice it to say, I'm not feeling too diligent at the moment. Although the financial rewards are appreciated, the flesh is weak.
Speaking of flesh vs. spirit, please be praying for my coworkers. I don't think I'd be best to go into detail, but one of the girls spoke with a few of us believers tonight about salvation. She seems like God might be drawing her, but she keeps getting bogged down, thinking that Christ is about rules. I prayed with her at the end of the night, but I think I might write her a note, just to say a few things and try to encourage her. Anyway, it was very exciting tonight to speak with her, and very exciting to find out that two of my coworkers are believers. There are some others, but before tonight, I didn't know about these two. So I was very encouraged.
I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, and I'd like to post about so many of them. But right now, I can't remember much of anything that I meant to post about. So I'll leave that for another time when my brain is working, and my body isn't.
When I was four, I was coming home from Bible Study with my mom, and I asked her, "Mom, why does everything we do have Jesus in it?" She said, "Because before I came to know Jesus, my life wasn't worth anything." And it must've gotten me thinking, because shortly after that, I was riding in the car with dad, and asked if I could get to know Jesus too. So we pulled over and prayed together, and that's when I first met my Savior and Lord. I was a sinner, an enemy of God, and He sent His Son Jesus to die for my sin so that if I just believed, I would be set free from the penalty of sin--eternal separation from God, in hell. I am so thankful for all that God has done in my life. Since that point at age four, I have grown in my faith, realized it as my own, and have loved the Lord more and more. It is my prayer that you come to know Him too. Ask Him to take away your sin and make you a new person. This is the most important and wonderful decision you'll ever make!