Beautiful Day

I found a comfortable patch of grass to lie on and read. The ducks glide along serenely in the creek beside me. The sun is setting and the cool breeze swims soothingly against my face. The colors on the water are as graceful as its tiny ripples. This is my park. This is the place I have found to meet with Father. I walked along the sidewalk and looked off to the water and the dancing ducks and giggled. Something inside me felt overwhelmed with joy. For the last three days I have been going there - in the afternoon, between classes. I spend time in prayer and I read scripture. Sometimes out loud. Because no one can hear me, even though there's always people around. And if they can, so what.

I am excited about this because I hadn't done this in a couple months. I hadn't disciplined myself and moved myself physically to a place where I could regularly meet with God. I had lacked much in the area of self-discipline, and that is something I will continuously need prayer for. I will continue to work on this.

Another thing... God is testing my faith as he has been for the last couple years. My bank account is in the negatives right now, I am running on a little bit more than half a tank of gas, and I am hoping that my financial aid money has not gotten lost in the mail. I know Father is faithful to provide. Please pray that my trust may remain in Him. He works in mysterious ways, and I know know know His is faithful.