to live

there're some days that will just be bad days
theres that feeling you have when you wake up first thing in the morning
and by woman's (or man's) intuition you just KNOW that the day has been labeled "nasty"
you start to realize that your unfortunately accurate intuition enacts itself as you drag your unwilling ass from class to class
wishing that each was the last, longing for time to speed up for once as you battle with the eyelids

and then God opens your eyes to see His blessings, even in such a horrid day
He made you realize that He put you there, in that place and in that time, for His own purpose
to understand more about yourself, and also about the others
to learn to put your own needs aside so as to serve others
thats what living for God means. to trust that in His time, He makes all things beautiful (:

to top things off with a little bit of whipped cream and cherry,
i got a ride home from mr nice guy reuben although it was out of his way, just when i received news that the haze worsened ((:
just another one of my angels in disguise, popping up to reveal itself when i most need them ((:

so i guess life's not bad at all when you're living for God (: