Blessed beyond the curse!
Yesterday when I was working on the powerpoint slides for my dissertation Sunny called and we chatted for a while, and then she said, "Actually, I want to pass you something... I just called to make sure you were in. Can I come over?" So I said of course and in a few minutes she was there on my floor with a huge bunch of flowers - pink roses, purple carnations and violet baby's breaths and ferns. She stayed in my room and we chatted for a while and listened to music and played the keyboard with Cordelia.
How could I have complained earlier that I felt drained and tired? Because I am so blessed... so very very very blessed. Blessed... with hallmates I can get along with, blessed with Cordelia who furtively comes into my room through the toilet to wake me up o'mornings, blessed with Mewlin and our crazy schemes for movies and studying and cooking and spying...blessed with daisies white and small blooming along the path to the library, blessed with sunshine and love and warmth and friendship. Everytime I'm sad or tired, He brings some small thing into my life to cheer me up and I learn that I can lean on Him... confide in Him...
My kind of suffering can't be compared with Paul's. My kind of suffering would be like mosquito bites - no, ant bites - no... make that ameoba bites in comparison with his. But I can say with him now, "I'm pressed but not crushed... blessed beyond the curse, for His promise will endure, and His joy comes in the morning!"
How could I have complained earlier that I felt drained and tired? Because I am so blessed... so very very very blessed. Blessed... with hallmates I can get along with, blessed with Cordelia who furtively comes into my room through the toilet to wake me up o'mornings, blessed with Mewlin and our crazy schemes for movies and studying and cooking and spying...blessed with daisies white and small blooming along the path to the library, blessed with sunshine and love and warmth and friendship. Everytime I'm sad or tired, He brings some small thing into my life to cheer me up and I learn that I can lean on Him... confide in Him...
My kind of suffering can't be compared with Paul's. My kind of suffering would be like mosquito bites - no, ant bites - no... make that ameoba bites in comparison with his. But I can say with him now, "I'm pressed but not crushed... blessed beyond the curse, for His promise will endure, and His joy comes in the morning!"
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