God is.. facebook?

Since the beginning of this semester I have been worrying about the summer. I was planning on storing all my stuff in the residence hall, but they sent me an email saying they are no longer storing students' boxes. Of course the year I'll be moving into that residence hall, they stop letting people store things. So I start frantically searching for summer storage.. boxmydorm.. dormroommovers.. they were all over priced asking $40-50 per box. After calculating the price of all the boxes plus registration fee, it came to about $160. I felt the stress sink in.

I don't have a steady income anymore. I just bought my plane tickets to fly back here, and I might not have enough to last me through this semester.

I sat in panic

what do I do if I run out? I've already borrowed so much from mom and dad, I don't want to ask again.. I can't.

For the next month or so fear snuck in on me whenever I thought about storing stuff for the summer. I prayed often asking for a way, telling myself He will provide. Then, one day out of the blue, my friend asked to have lunch together. We were eating and talking about korean artists and dramas we were watching when she mentioned she was going to fly back home for the summer. She then told me she was still leasing out her apartment because she had to keep her stuff here. And even before I asked, I knew that God had provided.

Sometimes He works through friends, sometimes family, sometimes strangers. I believe there's a reason I know the people I have come to know. Who needs websites for social networking when u've got someone who knows (literally) everyone.

God is a DJ..

Something pissed me off.
I usually don't get mad. It takes a while for me to get mad. But oh.. this got me mad.
I ran the conversation over in my head during all three lectures. I couldn't get it out of my head and all the thinking all the reruns just kept me angry. What makes them so great that they can say that to me? I wasn't doing anything wrong. They're doing things much worse than me. Hypocrites.

I go into work and look at the list of stuff to do today and sigh. I was in a complain-y mood. I reread number one on my list as I put on a once white now brown lab-coat. I dragged a cart of dirty cages out of the elevator and into the cage washing room. (It's where the cage washer is. It's a big machine that washes cages.) The job of unloading and loading cages is tedious and boring so someone had been nice enough to place a radio off to the corner. As I angrily loaded the cages into the cagewasher, christian music softly played in the background. I soon forgot about what I was angry about and just ended up singing along to the songs. I finished loading and pushed the on button. The cage washer noisily started up covering up the music. Back in my thoughts again, now a little bit calmer. I began to think.

I shouldn't be angry. Ugh. Why do I let anger control me and ruin my whole day? God, help me. I am a hypocrite too. God, please let me forgive them. I probably do hundreds of things worse than them. I'm not better than them. What makes me better than them? God, forgive me.

As I headed back downstairs on the elevator I wished that I had my ipod with me. Recently I got into a habit of listening to this one song on repeat to calm me down, rethink my thoughts, and meditate. Savior, Please by Josh Wilson. I usually bring it with me, but today I was in a rush and I forgot it. I really wished I had the song to listen to.

I continued to do other tasks and it was soon time to go unload the cagewasher. I headed back upstairs to the steam-filled room now quiet enough to hear the music. I started taking the cages out and stacking them up onto the cart I brought them in when I heard a familiar melody coming from the radio. The first 5 seconds of the song had played and I recognized it in an instant and smiled. Smiled in unbelief, in shock, in awe, in gratitude. Savior, Please was playing.

God knows your needs even when you don't ask.