I think somewhere between my insane amount of schoolwork and my inevitable tendency to procrastinate, I forgot that I had a blog. But no worries, I’m still here, running on fumes to finish out the end of what has been a wonderful yet extremely busy semester. So many new/great/challenging things have happened in my life over these past few months, and words can’t express how grateful I am that the Lord has brought me through it all. I’ll get into more of that later, but first: this blog has a new theme! Woo! And second, here’s some pictures to catch you up on everything I haven’t blogged about:
Some friends and I took on crazy crowds and endless lines for fried food at the North Carolina State Fair.
…oh, and that corn dog was just my appetizer to the deep fried Oreos I ate later.
For the first time in five years, UNC beat NC State in football. And boy, were we proud. God bless Giovani Bernard.
One of my housemates recognized the advantage to having a gravel driveway: we could host a bonfire. So we did.
And lastly, I (finally) got to go home and spend Thanksgiving with my family! It was so great to just relax and hang out with everyone- I can’t wait for Christmas break!
And now to giving thanks. Here we go.
Over Thanksgiving break, I kept seeing all of these posts about what people were thankful for this year- family, friends, a nice house, a great school, etc. Those are all things that I am extremely thankful to have as well, and I most definitely take advantage of those things all too often. But later on Thanksgiving day as everyone was settling down and the chaos began to die down, I got the opportunity to sit down and write in my prayer journal- I didn’t know what I was going to say, but I just felt compelled to write whatever was on my mind. And as words kept spilling out of my brain and onto the page, this is what I realized:
When I prayed for hope, I got it.
When I prayed for faith, I got it.
When I prayed for revelation, I got it.
When I prayed for new direction, I got it.
When I prayed for an open heart and an open mind, I got it.
When I prayed for a broken heart, I got it.
When I prayed for patience, I got it.
God has given me everything that I have asked for. Everything. When I looked back at the list that was even longer than the one above, I got chills. So many times in life we think that God can’t hear us or we worry that we’re not going to get the answer to our prayers- I know, because I do that too. But in the end, He gave me everything.
One of the biggest lessons I’ve learned over the past few months is that our God is incapable of nothing. We serve a God who raised His son from the dead, a God who can perform full blown miracles and sometimes all we do is ask for the most basic of things- why would we do that? So many of the things I pray for in my everyday life are requested with such an unbelieving attitude that it essentially mocks God in all of His power. He is incapable of nothing. We just have to ask.
Needless to say, what I’m truly thankful for this year is that God has answered every prayer I’ve prayed, despite the fact that I am completely undeserving of such grace. And no matter how many times I become distracted by the ways of this world, I’m confident that this solid truth will always bring me back to the understanding that nothing I do can be accomplished on my own.
So while I’m so thankful for a great family and amazing friends, I’m even more thankful for something that reaches far beyond sentimentality or companionship- a God who answers every prayer and heals every wound. Praise Him.
“This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.”
-1 John 5:14-15