Yesterday morning I woke up with the most terrible,
horrible, crick in my neck. You know, I never really appreciated the amazing
things that necks do until mine didn’t work so well anymore. To make it even
worse… I did it to myself… in my sleep. It was 6:27 am, and I was having some
traumatic dream that I can no longer recall. But nonetheless, I jolted in my
sleep, and was woken up by intense pain. I had no idea why it hurt so much, all
I can remember thinking is “this is how it all ends… and I’m wearing frog
pajamas.” Who gives themselves whiplash in their sleep? Apparently me. Figures.
To top it all off, I had to go to the doctor. And going to
the doctor is literally my least favorite thing. I grabbed the wrong jacket,
and got soaked walking to class this morning. I slipped on snowy slush. My
windshield wipers decided not to work. I had a mountain of homework staring at
me. And all this while literally not being able to turn my head to the side.
Like if someone attacked me from any direction other than the front right now,
I’d be toast.
In the midst of fighting my way through the sleet yesterday
afternoon, I thought to myself “this really is NOT my day.” And suddenly, it
hit me. None of my days are mine. My days are not intended to bring me glory,
success, and everything my heart desires. No. My days are meant to bring Him
glory. And He gives me trails so that I lean hard on Him, and learn to get what
I need from Him, and Him alone. My days are hard, because through trials He
grows me… and as I grow, I grow to Him, and that brings Him glory. I become
less, and He becomes more. No, never once has it been my day.
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