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Is there cause for me to be happy this day? Oh, there certainly is. I had one of the greatest weekends in my life. There is much happiness within me. I thank the Lord because I was able to converse with many of those whom I hold dear and with my greatest friends. First of course I spoke to Him, then with my mother, my stepfather, my ingrate brother, my recently saved and very much changed sister, and even to the little one, Edith. I was very glad for I was also able to converse with the two greatest young people I know, with mon amie Megan and mon ami Jeremy.
My friend Jeremy also sent me some of his music ( I am not sure if this is illegal. I certainly hope it is not). I am very grateful to him for this. The realm of classical music seems to be passing in my own little world. For this I have him to thank once again. Although, I am still of the belief that classical music is the finest music composed by humans.
Today I realized that I have several aliases. My fellow classmates have christened me with so many different names. I am called "Edgezie" by several Afghan young men and one young man of African descent. I believe it is supposed to be some kind of gangster talk; I am not sure. Another young freshman has trouble pronouncing my name, I suppose, and always calls me "Edgear." Another young freshman has noticed that I do not eat at school. He concludes that the reason is because I am always fasting (which is most certainly not the case). Therefore, he calls me "Ghandi." Which actually amuses me. Another black young man calls me a "mac" or something similar. A young man in my Geometry class calls me "Texas" for he knows that Texas is my native state. And Mr. Stewart, my history teacher, calls me Sir Edgar, and he gives me several titles, such as "the man, the myth, the legend." All of this amuses me and I am really not offended by any of them.
Lately I had also been in a state of depression. My spiritual life was not the same. I must admit that there was much inattention of my part. And for a moment I came to think that my Lord had left me. But I realize that this is not possible. He has said that He will be with me till the end of days. I love my Lord. There are times when my words are not enough to express what I feel.
This scripture leaves me in a state of great comfort,
"I cried out to God with my voice even unto God with my voice; and He gave ear to me. In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; my hand was stretched out in the night without ceasing; my soul refused to be comforted. I remembered God, and was troubled; I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. I call to remembrance my song in the night; I meditate within my heart, and my spirit makes diligent search. Will the Lord cast off forever? And will He be favorable no more? Has His mercy ceased forever? Has His promise failed forevermore? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has He in anger shut up His tender mercies? And I said, "This is my anguish; But I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High." I will remember the works of the LORD; Surely I will remember Your wonders of old. I will also meditate on all Your work, And talk of Your deeds. Your way, O God, is in the sanctuary; Who is so great a God as our God? You are the God who does wonders; You have declared Your strength among the peoples."
Psalms 77:1-14
My friend Jeremy also sent me some of his music ( I am not sure if this is illegal. I certainly hope it is not). I am very grateful to him for this. The realm of classical music seems to be passing in my own little world. For this I have him to thank once again. Although, I am still of the belief that classical music is the finest music composed by humans.
Today I realized that I have several aliases. My fellow classmates have christened me with so many different names. I am called "Edgezie" by several Afghan young men and one young man of African descent. I believe it is supposed to be some kind of gangster talk; I am not sure. Another young freshman has trouble pronouncing my name, I suppose, and always calls me "Edgear." Another young freshman has noticed that I do not eat at school. He concludes that the reason is because I am always fasting (which is most certainly not the case). Therefore, he calls me "Ghandi." Which actually amuses me. Another black young man calls me a "mac" or something similar. A young man in my Geometry class calls me "Texas" for he knows that Texas is my native state. And Mr. Stewart, my history teacher, calls me Sir Edgar, and he gives me several titles, such as "the man, the myth, the legend." All of this amuses me and I am really not offended by any of them.
Lately I had also been in a state of depression. My spiritual life was not the same. I must admit that there was much inattention of my part. And for a moment I came to think that my Lord had left me. But I realize that this is not possible. He has said that He will be with me till the end of days. I love my Lord. There are times when my words are not enough to express what I feel.
This scripture leaves me in a state of great comfort,
"I cried out to God with my voice even unto God with my voice; and He gave ear to me. In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; my hand was stretched out in the night without ceasing; my soul refused to be comforted. I remembered God, and was troubled; I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. I call to remembrance my song in the night; I meditate within my heart, and my spirit makes diligent search. Will the Lord cast off forever? And will He be favorable no more? Has His mercy ceased forever? Has His promise failed forevermore? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has He in anger shut up His tender mercies? And I said, "This is my anguish; But I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High." I will remember the works of the LORD; Surely I will remember Your wonders of old. I will also meditate on all Your work, And talk of Your deeds. Your way, O God, is in the sanctuary; Who is so great a God as our God? You are the God who does wonders; You have declared Your strength among the peoples."
Psalms 77:1-14