March 8, 2006

Today was, by all accounts, random.

I mean this with absolutely no negative connotation at all.

I left Columbia at about 3pm, with the intent of going to Greenville, getting a friend, going to a guitar store, visiting Spartanburg, and then coming home.

When I got to Greenville, I had almost gotten lost, but then found myself in a very cool new city, and enjoyed the sights. After picking up my friend, we went to a few music stores, and a wal-mart (non super-center, quite a strange experience). After this, just before we went to Spartanburg, we stopped by the big music store in Greenville, and I found something that I can only attribute to God.

This sounds somewhat silly to me in retrospect, but I have to remember that God can work on any level. In the music store, they only had one pickup for bass guitars, and it was the EXACT one I needed (pretty weird when there are around 1000 variant bass pickups in existance). I didn't have too much money, just enough, really to cover the price of it. As I went to check out and buy it, the clerk at the store told me it was my lucky day, and the pickup was twenty dollars cheaper than it was marked, which, believe it or not, ended up being all the difference for my finances this week. Like I said, all of that happening at once leads me to only be able to attribute God for what happened.

Upon arriving in Spartanburg, we got together with a friend of mine, one I see not too frequently every year. After hanging out with her for a while, we went to dinner with a few of my other friends, and we had a blast, then made our way back to another friend's dorm room, to hang out for a little while more. After a bit longer, my friend and I made our way back to Columbia, having left a night that most would consider craziness.

I considered it a blast.

My friend and I discussed alot on the way home, including how we really feel led to make music, and profess our love for God in that music and in our lives. The talking about this alone made me feel so alive, and I think more every day that it is what I'm supposed to be doing.

Today showed me quite a bit in God, and His plans. I'm learning more everyday that He wants to show me many things, and that my plans never supercede His. I feel more everyday that I want to know what He has in store for me, and more and more I want to completely devote myself to Him and to myself less.

What use is there in professing a life in Christ if you never live for Christ?