Today was a mighty fine day.
After the late night I had had partying (with my homework), I woke up this morning feeling groggier than usual. I almost fell asleep walking to my one and only class this morning but was immediately woken up when I walked in to a documentary, in lieu of lecture, on women's image in the media. It was horrifying, to say the least. I couldn't count how many times I shook my head in disbelief when I heard and saw the facts. By the end of the screening, I could only praise God that I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14).
Brain fried from vacillating between thoughts of despair and thoughts of hope, I came home and dove right back into bed.
Evening came and I left for coffee-slash-tea with a dear friend from Ohio. Against our usual orders, she ordered tea while I had coffee. And we chatted the evening away. It was time spent marvelously well.
The night ended spectacularly with a free concert featuring the 43rd Army Band from Nebraska. What a majestic performance they had given! There were times when the music sounded so beautiful that I felt as if I was dancing with my Savior. And there were times when the music sounded so regal that I felt as if Heaven was throwing a huge party. True stories. To think that all these are mere glimpses of what it is truly like... I can't wait, really.
Cheers to the Man Upstairs.
"Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship." -Romans 12:1