The Best Thursday _Ever_
Dear Diary,
It was potentially the worst of times...
It ended up to be the best of times...
He is having the best Thursday, ever.
Went to bed late, but that's ok, because the alarm was set to go off and wake him up nine-thirty. The alarm went off. And, it woke him up at nine-thirty. His college corpse decided to re-set the alarm for 10:10am. That would've worked. But he woke up again, and felt the feeling that a person feels when they've slept far too well.
And the clock's current standing? 11:26am.
Depressing. Back under the covers and under the intoxicating influence of sleep.
Up for air. 12:40pm? If he got up then, he'd have a half hour to get food and get to class. Pressure. He wanted to check online for a continuation of two conversations that he'd been having with the same person. He couldn't do both. He'd already missed chapel, and that was what was supposed to start off the day right. It looks like sleep had become his destiny. Posture sags back into horizontal retreat. He wasn't as hungry as he was plain exhausted.
1:03pm. Well, it would be good for him to get up now.
He gets dressed and looks for invisible shoes. Finally finds shoes. Climbs out of the door and up the stairs. And up the walkway stairs, and past the tennis courts. He doesn't want to look at his cell phone. He does anyway. 1:16pm. Dissappointment with self. So undefeatably, typically, bad-reputationally late... He waves at Jake Wolf who is walking his way with a girl.
Jake's hands are in the air. He is happy.
"It's cancelled!"
Suddenly, everything changed.
Jake and he happily walked back to Quad 2, Jake showed him the paper he'd gotten back from his professor, and it was unbelievably good. "I got 100% on my speech!" Jake said. "Check this out." The speech critique read "This is the best speech yet in the class."
What professor even SAYS that?
Jake's joy had rubbed off.
Jake asked Brian what he was up to next. Brian thought about how his old, abandoned plans were now back on the front burner, and said "I'm going to hit up Naz." Jake came, too.
The eating experience was that much better, as the three boys (joined by Matt Landby) agreed that this was the best day. They saw a classmate across the room. Mutual rejoicing ensued. "You know, the way this day is going, you should find the girl you like and ask her out." There was a jubalent laughter throughout. He thought about the girl that he liked, but he'd already been thinking about her. Interesting how the idea of asking her out on a great day may have been what he wanted once before... but how, now, he no longer relied on God's blessings. Now, he relied on God. He was happy to not ask her out, and just looked forward to spending time with her, and letting God be the decider of when to ask out. Brother, what a day!
Could it get any better? He remembered how much more fun it was in a day to think of it as "the best day ever". He went to the library (where he is writing from right now) and read the best e-mail he'd ever read. It was written as excellently as an award-winning essay, for its purpose. It was written by a dear friend, and it was so very thought-provoking.
He was looking forward to the night. He was going to eat dinner with a good friend, and hopefully be, himself, a good friend. He had play practice from 7-10, where he could excercise a talent. He had friends. He had Someone behind it all, who was so much closer than a girl or a friend or both could ever be. He had love. This week, he'd been so up in the air, but today. Today, he was satisfied--not with the day, but with living in the day.
He was just visited by guys from Moyer. He loves spending time with them. Two important people, to him, just got packages in the mail. He didn't get any mail, but their packages asked him to make it the best Mail Center experience. A librarian friend just handed him a white, medium guitar pick. He had only ever had the ultra-thin in the color white.
And can it be that I should gain an interest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused him pain--for me who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be, that though my God shouldst die for me?
It was potentially the worst of times...
It ended up to be the best of times...
He is having the best Thursday, ever.
Went to bed late, but that's ok, because the alarm was set to go off and wake him up nine-thirty. The alarm went off. And, it woke him up at nine-thirty. His college corpse decided to re-set the alarm for 10:10am. That would've worked. But he woke up again, and felt the feeling that a person feels when they've slept far too well.
And the clock's current standing? 11:26am.
Depressing. Back under the covers and under the intoxicating influence of sleep.
Up for air. 12:40pm? If he got up then, he'd have a half hour to get food and get to class. Pressure. He wanted to check online for a continuation of two conversations that he'd been having with the same person. He couldn't do both. He'd already missed chapel, and that was what was supposed to start off the day right. It looks like sleep had become his destiny. Posture sags back into horizontal retreat. He wasn't as hungry as he was plain exhausted.
1:03pm. Well, it would be good for him to get up now.
He gets dressed and looks for invisible shoes. Finally finds shoes. Climbs out of the door and up the stairs. And up the walkway stairs, and past the tennis courts. He doesn't want to look at his cell phone. He does anyway. 1:16pm. Dissappointment with self. So undefeatably, typically, bad-reputationally late... He waves at Jake Wolf who is walking his way with a girl.
Jake's hands are in the air. He is happy.
"It's cancelled!"
Suddenly, everything changed.
Jake and he happily walked back to Quad 2, Jake showed him the paper he'd gotten back from his professor, and it was unbelievably good. "I got 100% on my speech!" Jake said. "Check this out." The speech critique read "This is the best speech yet in the class."
What professor even SAYS that?
Jake's joy had rubbed off.
Jake asked Brian what he was up to next. Brian thought about how his old, abandoned plans were now back on the front burner, and said "I'm going to hit up Naz." Jake came, too.
The eating experience was that much better, as the three boys (joined by Matt Landby) agreed that this was the best day. They saw a classmate across the room. Mutual rejoicing ensued. "You know, the way this day is going, you should find the girl you like and ask her out." There was a jubalent laughter throughout. He thought about the girl that he liked, but he'd already been thinking about her. Interesting how the idea of asking her out on a great day may have been what he wanted once before... but how, now, he no longer relied on God's blessings. Now, he relied on God. He was happy to not ask her out, and just looked forward to spending time with her, and letting God be the decider of when to ask out. Brother, what a day!
Could it get any better? He remembered how much more fun it was in a day to think of it as "the best day ever". He went to the library (where he is writing from right now) and read the best e-mail he'd ever read. It was written as excellently as an award-winning essay, for its purpose. It was written by a dear friend, and it was so very thought-provoking.
He was looking forward to the night. He was going to eat dinner with a good friend, and hopefully be, himself, a good friend. He had play practice from 7-10, where he could excercise a talent. He had friends. He had Someone behind it all, who was so much closer than a girl or a friend or both could ever be. He had love. This week, he'd been so up in the air, but today. Today, he was satisfied--not with the day, but with living in the day.
He was just visited by guys from Moyer. He loves spending time with them. Two important people, to him, just got packages in the mail. He didn't get any mail, but their packages asked him to make it the best Mail Center experience. A librarian friend just handed him a white, medium guitar pick. He had only ever had the ultra-thin in the color white.
And can it be that I should gain an interest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused him pain--for me who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be, that though my God shouldst die for me?