January 11, 2006

At 6 o'clock PM today, I was convinced I was having the worst day of my life.

In three days, the band has gone through two guitarists, and a lot of doubt.

I cannot afford textbooks for my classes.

The brakes on my car are gone. Literally.

At this point however, it has been an excellent day.

Despite what is wrong in life, tenfold of those reasons are right.

God showed me a connection that finally seemed to click. For the longest time, I have had a friend with quite a bit of musical talent, and I have been trying to get together with him musically. When we lost our guitarist, I saw something amazing. A place was ready and waiting for him, and all I had to do was see it.

At some point tonight, when I had reached a point of being in quite a foul mood, I think it simply popped into my head that it makes no sense to go through life worrying about every problem and getting to the point where stress is choking my spiritual life.

It was at this point that what was originally the worst day ever became what might have been my best day this week. I still think that's pretty cool, even now, how God works to turn the worst situations into the ones you look back on with a smile.

I realized the other day that for some reason, I've been trying to keep some sort of length standard for this journal. I think I figured that if it't not a certain length, I can't be saying anything important. Funny thing, seeing as God can get His point across just as well in one word as He can in one million.

At what point does a person realize that worry and fear must become faith and hope?