Yesterday was crappy. Well, a lot of things seem crappy at 5ish in the morning, but yesterday definitely had its downfalls. Yet, as He loves to do, God managed to make a day of shambles into a splendid work of art.
My morning class was good in its own boring, useless way until I remembered that I had forgotten about a lab appointment. No problem, just rescheduled weightlifting until the evening and spent the morning in the computer lab. I was tired all day, so spent the next couple hours half-asleep. At one, I made my way to my afternoon class and had one of the more bizarre sociology sessions in recent memory. Gender menders-hmmmm. The exercise had potential, but seemed that everyone used it to ask each other graphic, sexually charged questions that benefited no one. And guys wonder why we have such a bad reputation...
Next order of business was to drive to Fairchild Air Force Base to collect the film from my kidney ultrasound in September for today's CT scan. Forty minute drive-of course, arrove 5 minutes after the hospital closed. Are hospitals allowed to close at 4.30? seriously. As I began the journey home, I felt the tell-tale signs of a breakdown deep within my car, and i managed to get to a gas station and dump chemicals which promised to help my situation into my fuel tank. I limped home and made the 'mistake' of stopping at Safeway for milk, got back in my car, turned the key-nothing. No dice, the car would not start. I sweet-talked her, promised her premium-still nothing. After 15 minutes of begging, pleading, yelling, and cranking I sat back in the dark parking lot and pulled my Bible from the backseat. I spent the next little while reading 1 Corinithians out loud and having a good conversation with God about the house situation, school, friends, even blogging. After awhile, I observed and thanked God for killing my car to force me to have a time-out with Him. I finished by thanking Him for how He was going to fix my car, turned the key, and started up like a dream. Yesterday: Inconvenient, frustrating, and extremely fulfilling.
Keane (music): good
Mail: better
Friends: I LOVE YOU!!!!
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
About Me
- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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