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For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness, who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us. We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed--always carrying about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body. 2 Corinthians 4:6-9
This earthen vessel is hard-pressed, but I pray that the suffering might only show forth the excellence of the power of God. Right now it doesn't seem like it's showing anything but despair and hopelessness, but hopefully these clouds will subside.
Last night as I sat here at my computer feeling perplexed and hard-pressed, I was talking to a couple of my friends. Sam. Matt from Camp Joy. And some other people. And realized that I have really, really good friends. People who are committed to praying for me. How in the world do I deserve this? And can I ever complain here at school that I don't have good friends? Maybe they're not the same friends that I am used to having as good friends, but they are certainly not bad. This morning when I woke up Arielle had written a poem and left it for me on the table, and Emily had written me a note on our board with a verse from Psalms on it. What kind of good friends am I looking for, if not for these? Simply friends that will point me towards Christ, and love me, and embrace me, and so many of my friends near and far do that.
Anyways. I gotta get ready for class. Tomorrow is the weekend. Praise the Lord.
This earthen vessel is hard-pressed, but I pray that the suffering might only show forth the excellence of the power of God. Right now it doesn't seem like it's showing anything but despair and hopelessness, but hopefully these clouds will subside.
Last night as I sat here at my computer feeling perplexed and hard-pressed, I was talking to a couple of my friends. Sam. Matt from Camp Joy. And some other people. And realized that I have really, really good friends. People who are committed to praying for me. How in the world do I deserve this? And can I ever complain here at school that I don't have good friends? Maybe they're not the same friends that I am used to having as good friends, but they are certainly not bad. This morning when I woke up Arielle had written a poem and left it for me on the table, and Emily had written me a note on our board with a verse from Psalms on it. What kind of good friends am I looking for, if not for these? Simply friends that will point me towards Christ, and love me, and embrace me, and so many of my friends near and far do that.
Anyways. I gotta get ready for class. Tomorrow is the weekend. Praise the Lord.