A Day to be Remembered...

I feel as though eventually I should tell you about my weekend,
And how I found a great new church,
And got to hang out with a friend from home who came to visit,
And ate Indian food,
And had my dear SC Em make yummy delicious food for me
And had a lot of fun riding a motorcycle...

But today is a day to be remembered
Because today I saw:
It is the BlessER that is to be remembered, not the blessings...

I did not have the best of all days.
As a matter of fact, it starts out with Wednesday...
Wednesday I finished reading a book that was the equivalent of eating sand paper.
But, I got through it, and I took notes in a notebook
(so that I could sell the book after this semester)

Thursday night I stayed up late studying for the test on Friday for Old Testament.

Friday I got up in time to eat breakfast and take the test in Old Testament, hands down my hardest work load.
When it was finished I was able to nap a little and read through Leviticus for another OT assignment. Took notes.
I felt accomplished when I had to go to the choir retreat that night for a few hours, and was able to get to bed at a decent hour.

Saturday, up early for the Choir retreat (8-3).
I really got to know people in the choir and can tell we'll be a happy family.
I feel comfortable singing around them, and have learned a lot about singing just by listening. We even have some composition majors in our choir and we got to sing a few of their pieces! It's beautiful... the way God works in our sound...
That night a bunch of us went to Tim's house for dinner!
It was great, having real food (thanks to chef Em), being in a house, hanging out with friends...
Tim even took some of us out (each at a a different time of course) on his motorcycle! Which is really fun of course.
And Justin found Gladiator on TV (which I was able to watch because he warned me before something gross came on).
And Kels played the piano for a bit...
It was really great and relaxing, and I felt confident because all of my notes and outlines were in order and all I had to do (pretty much) was type.

Sunday Jonny came down to visit.
He took me and Kels to a new church, which we really liked.
Then we all went and walked through a food fair that happened to be in that town on that Sunday. We decided on trying the Indian food, it was really good!
Then we went to Starbucks and came back to campus and Tim came over and we all hung out and taught Jonny how to swing a little.
Then we went back to the dorm and Jonny played violin for a rapt audience of me Les and Em.
Dinner with friends.
A tour of campus.
And an extensive video chat with Chelly to complete the day.

Now... all that was left after he was gone was to write my paper.
And my notes were gone. GONE!
GONE GONE GONE!
I cleaned, I searched, I opened every folder!
All to no avail!
And because I hadn't written in the book, I pretty much had to start from scratch...
I was frustrated because instead of only having to type a paper up to print, I now had to write TWO! In my frustration I couldn't handle it.
I worked for hours and I missed worship.
So I needed to clear my head.
Kara... God bless her.
She took me out on a walk and just let me talk, and she talked, and we shared.
And I was relieved and revived after we prayed and before I went back to write.
I was tired but I needed to finish.
I worked furiously until finally both were complete!
So, I looked at the clock... FOUR-THIRTY AM?!
WHAT?!
I HAD TO BE AWAKE IN THREE HOURS!
At that point I never would have woken up for class...
So I did some more homework until 6.
I proofed a friends paper.
I talked with Jesus.
At around 7 I asked Les to proof my paper.
At around 8 I was totally done...
I got ready for the day and went to breakfast.
I made it to class and handed in both papers.
I went back to my room...
And I didn't feel so great...
And fell asleep doing math homework...

And.
I.
Missed.
Math.

I woke up just in time to be mildly late for work.
And I was pretty upset about it.
I can't believe I missed class!
So I emailed my Professor that I had not been feeling well.
And I was upset.
And down on myself.

When work was over I went back to the dorm and I layed down again, this time with every intention of falling asleep. And I did. I woke up a few times, Kels asked if I wanted dinner, I got my post card from Chelly!, a friend made me some chocolate, and another came to see if I was okay.

But each time was only for moments, then I fell back to sleep.
When I woke up for Young Life there were notes on my floor.
FIVE NOTES.
I had to run to YL but Kels said she would explain when I got back.

Young Life was amazing, I love growing there.

When I got back Kels told me about how Tim came to see if I was okay and when I was sleeping he said he'd leave a note. He ended up starting a note revolution! People saw him writing one and I ended up with 5 encouraging notes filled with the love of my family here.

It could NOT have been more of a blessing.
Thank you Jesus, because He knew what I needed... and provided it.

Dear Jesus,
Thank you for lifting me up when hard things happen, when I make mistakes, when I am down on myself and can't handle it. Thank you. Only you can provide that way. Only you can fill my spirit and remind me who I am truly made to be. Thank you for surrounding me with people who know you, so seek to encourage me to do the same. Who know you, so they better know who I am, and encourage me to be that. Your grace is enough Lord, forgive me for ever searching elsewhere...
Amen