IVe Met Jesus at Whataburger

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I had a great weekend, went to church and was so blessed. Mark seemed to speak and touch on everything that had been ravaging my tormented mind. Philipians 1:12 "Now I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel." Isnt it amazing that a letter writen by a born-again killer, would inspire a little girl sitting in church in nowhere land. Paul is amazing, and is my hero. He was... beyond description really. I could't do him justice. This summer has not been unfruitful... but abounding in blessing. I have been allowed to relate to Jesus in a vastly intimate way.... I have found familiarity with his servanthood. I know that may not make sense to you, since you can't get inside my head and say... Ahhhh, I get it. But I work at a place where I am constantly cleaning up others messes, enduring their hurtful comments, being calm, collected, and patient, in an enviorment that is screaming otherwise. It is a thankless job... I now have a huge insight on peoples ignorance and lack of sympathy. This is what Jesus did, willingly, this is what he subjected himself to... this level of servanthood. He kneels down everyday to clean up our messes, while we unknowledgbly walk away. He smiles with love at us, while we yell and demand answers from him for the things that we don't understand. He takes out the trash as we, full of our own desires, pour trays upon trays into the bag as he struggles to carry it away...
I Rejoice in my trials, because it is serving God's purpose... I wouldnt have it any other way.
!nick