I didn't want to get up this morning. At least not at 7:15 on a rainy, dreary morning to go to an 8 a.m. fitness class. Somehow I managed to get up and dressed for the long morning ahead of me. Books packed, hoodie zipped up, I opened the door with vain hopes that the rain had stopped. It had not, so I put on my hood and proceeded towards the gym for fitness testing. I managed to get to class in a mostly dry state as I pondered such deep things as where I was going to eat lunch. The fitness test was not to bad, and we were able to leave early, so I headed off to change for my 9 o' clock class. When I looked outside, I saw that the rain had changed to a mix of snow and rain leaving things in a muddy state. A glimmer of hope began to shine, maybe it would actually snow and classes would be cancelled.
Sure enough, at 10:00 I got a text saying campus was closing at 12. That small glimmer of hope soon burst into bliss over the fact that today would be a day free from classes and homework. I still had to go to my 11 o' clock world civilizations class, but I didn't mind since it meant getting to spend time walking in the snow as it fell. After class got out, I was free to eat lunch and then do whatever since my schedule was free. Upon returning to campus from a trip to wal-mart with some friends, my attention was immeadiately drawn to the snowball fight taking place in the quad. I could not resist the urge to join in, and soon I was running around the quad throwing snowballs, getting hit with snowballs, and slipping many times to the ground while attempting to do beastly things. The snowball fight lasted about an hour, and was followed by a fun game of apples to apples in the commons. Around 4 though, was the highlight of this amazing day.
On mondays at 4, a group of us get together to pray for each other and for the campus. Today's meeting was the first time we had met since December. To be honest, going into the prayer meeting I felt spiritually dry. I desperately needed God to show himself to me, I had been going through the motions for the past week or so without actually spending time with my wonderful Savior. My journey had become more of a sit back and relax, than a walk. In other words, I have been struggling with complacency. But the prayer group meeting? It did not take long for God to break down the door, tear off the ceiling, and rip the walls of that room away. As we shared together, God just kept reminding me of His awesomeness. It has been a long time since I have felt so rejuvanated by prayer, and I felt God's presence clearly for the first time in weeks. God overwhelmed my selfish pride, and reminded me that He loves me and wants a relationship with me so that He is glorified. Today is a great example of the fact that God takes what we see as crummy and make it beautiful. As I go on this journey called life, more and more I am amazed by God and what he has done for me, what he is doing for me, and what he will do for me.
As pretty as the snow is, I found myself drawn to another beauty today, the beauty of God's holiness. God rocks, prayer works, and worship matters.
Truly Blessed,
Matt
(Numbers 6:24-26)
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