It’s hard to believe that yesterday was only Wednesday. This week has gone so slow but all day yesterday I knew exactly what I was going to write my next blog on and now I’m glad that I have to sit down and actually write it.
So yesterday was a very special kind of day. You know those days that you can just tell are going to be a good day and then you actually go somewhere or do something but then it isn’t how you imagined it you wonder how it could possibly still be a good day.
I started out the day by waking up 45 minutes later than I planned on and got ready in time to still go get coffee. Granted I did not get to shower and I looked like crap I was convinced it was going to be a great day.
We were almost to Lemonjellos when we came upon this big puddle where the sidewalk crosswalk met. Well I thought I could jump over it like Kels but I, of course, tripped and got completely soaked from my neck down. I’m not quite sure how that happened since I didn’t really fall but I proceed to just laugh and walk to class wet. I got my coffee, went to class, even participated and then went to chapel. I was still convinced that even though I had been wet all morning that it was still going to be a great day.
After chapel I walked back to the cottage and saw that I had a parking ticket. Great, Hope’s parking tickets are 2 ½ times as much as the city of Holland’s. Well I put in an appeal and hoped for the best and continued to try and have a good day.
I relaxed in the afternoon and went to my next class and it ended early which was great because I had to leave early anyway to go volunteer with some friends at the Holland Rescue Mission. This is where the good day actually started.
Helping out at the Holland Rescue Mission was incredible. I helped serve food with some awesome friends of mine and then got the opportunity to talk some of the men at the Mission. I heard some amazing stories of these men coming to know Christ. It was incredible hearing a young man’s story. His name is Frankie and he is 19 years old. He felt that he needed to share his testimony with us. It was amazing. I’m not going to elaborate because I’ll post it on here soon. He gave one of the guys a copy of it so I’ll be able to have exactly what he said you’ll be hearing Frankie and not me. But he wants us to share it with as many people as we can. It was such a great experience.
The rest of the day was great too. My clothes dried and my parking ticket was reduced to a warning and God continues to get my attention in crazy ways but continues to bless me each day. There’s a song by Francesca Battistelli that relates to this day it’s called, This is the stuff. Check it out, click on the weird symbols below and it should bring you right to the song! J
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