The Little Things

                Recently I’ve been the busiest I’ve been since high school. It’s been crazy. Super duper crazy. I am the first to admit that I may be a tiny bit too emotional at some times in my life. But, with that being said, I have been extra emotional as of late. For about the last month, I have been crying at the drop of a hat, sometimes with cause, others not so much. Don’t get me wrong, I love being busy. I cannot stand being in one place too long or not having something to do for several days in a row. But this doesn’t mean I don’t want my alone time or to hang out with my friends. I am in my room, besides sleeping and the weekends, for 3-4 hours a day, most of which is consumed with homework, checking and replying to emails, and other necessities. I want to BREATHE.

                But I think, though I’m sure this won’t be the only thing that God will teach me throughout the next two weeks leading up to fall break (for which I will be drinking coffee, practicing, and RELAXING), is that it is teaching me to enjoy the little things. Hanging out with my friends is now a privilege and something I expectantly wait for. I have always valued my friendships and been intentional about them, but it has made me become even more so. I eagerly await coffee dates (for the friends of course, not just the coffee), movie nights, and even study sessions.

                Having time for the “little things” makes my heart rejoice. I find God most brings me back to Him in these moments. When I’m walking to class and see a butterfly He reminds me of His presence. When I’m stressed out, overwhelmed, and in WAAY over my head in my Spanish class, I look out the window and see the beautiful scenery and God reminds me that He created this other language and He will help me through it if I ask. When I’m just about ready to scream because I’m just too tired and too busy, God reminds me that I just need to ask Him to help me. Why don’t I ask for help? I’d like to be able to say I really don’t know the answer, but I do. I’m too prideful. If I can’t make it a week without crying out for help, I must be weak and no one can see the weakness in me. I have to be strong. I can’t let anyone down. I can’t say no. But God reminds me in subtle ways that He came for the weak, dying, and helpless.

“And you were dead in your trespasses and sins….But God, who is abundant in mercy, because of His great love that He had for us, made us alive with the Messiah.”- Ephesians 2:1 &4-5

I can’t do it on my own. It is impossible. I am dead without Him. So, if I’m so helpless without

Him, why do I try to do it without Him? Why am I so stubborn? I am prideful.

                It is in the little moments, like stargazing with some awesome people or drinking a cup of coffee, that God reminds me that I need Him. He shows me my utter lack of ability and then shows me His infinite ability. I am weak and He is strong.  

“Do you not know? Have you not heard? Yaweh is the everlasting God. The Creator of the whole Earth. He does not grow faint or weary. There is no limit to His understanding. He gives strength to the weary and strengthens the powerless. Youths may faint and grow weary, and young men stumble and fall, but those who trust in the LORD will renew their strength; they will soar on wings like eagles they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not faint.”-Isaiah 40:28-31

He is my strength. He is my power.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.- Philippians 4:13

Oh yeah, and it's fall. Who couldn't be excited about that??? I mean, pumpkin lattes, boots, scarves, pretty leaves, and that bonfire smell. I like fall. A lot.