Hello again from Florida! :d
Yesterday was a not so good day, and a good day.
As with every Monday, we started off with worship and intercession, which normally is a great time for me where I spend intimate time with God. However, I just felt apathetic that morning. Apathy through praise, and apathy through the intercessory prayer. So that was a little disappointing. The teaching was interesting, but felt repetitive with some of what was taught before, so felt a little apathetic to that as well.
Then we moved onto recreation, but it was really hot and humid that day. :<
I was looking forward to my CR [community responsibility, like a job I have almost every day (Tuesdays are reception, and I have access to a computer to be able to write this :d)], which was dinner prep., which I really like. Another student however, wasn't doing so well so I decided to trade CRs for that day (to 'miscellaneous/misc.' CR).
It sucked.
At this point, I had a small headache building, and I don't deal with mental pain well at ALL. So I was left at a house to bring chairs out into the front of yard in the heat and humidity, waiting for the other two people to come back from their air conditioned car and buildings to pick me back up.
As you guys know, I'm not the most physically fit guy out there. ;d
In my sweaty, tiring misery, I was reminded of why I was there. I volunteered myself to do this. I could have just not traded jobs, and I would be comfortable in the air conditioned building, having fun cooking. I would have access to cool water and some advil and whatnot.
I chose to do this. Knowing that my job would probably be more tiring ('misc' CR people don't know what they do until day of), I traded jobs so that my fellow sister would not have to go through this because I felt that I was able to do this with more grace and to give her rest with an easier/more restful CR.
I had to remind myself that I wasn't doing this for recognition or any king of 'good job for working so hard' [and nor did anyone say such, though they probably don't know what I did exactly], but instead for God. So I brought out the chairs, telling myself of why I was doing this, and to do all things well, for I do everything in and for Christ.
Through the headache, heat, humidity, work, I was so close to just stopping what I was doing and just to give up/take the easy way out. I was reminded of Paul, however, when he had complained to God for a problem to be taken away from him. God replied, "My grace is sufficient."
That was probably the biggest thing that prevented me from just breaking down after what had happened throughout the day. That phrase just kept going through my head as I had to move things out of the closet to put the chairs in, only to put everything back in there again [and I VERY MUCH dislike the repetitive moving of furniture].
I was tired, sweaty, pained, unappreciated, and just wanted to break down and cry, but God's grace was sufficient. It is sufficient. And that undeserved favor WILL be sufficient for me in all I do.
I know it sounds whiny here, but that wasn't the attitude I showed through the day [I consciously decided to be polite/kind/amicable, even though I was often wanted to act out in tired frustration], and I am just so thankful that I was able to get through by His grace.
Though I may not have 'felt' God, I know by faith that he was there with me throughout that day. I know that it was by His grace that I was able to finish the work I had put myself in.
Praise God.
:3
PS: There are two DTS groups running at the same time: the regular DTS, and the Sports and Fitness DTS (guess which one I'm not in 8D). The S&F DTS are going to Morocco, and we are going to Tunisia.
Yay for Tunisia. :d
