Having work makes me feel good even though it is hard. I like to sweat and lift heavy things, and I like to be occupied instead of just mulling around all day. The advantages of a warehouse job is that I am given a task and I perform it systematically. This means I don't have to interact with like a billion people and I get time to have peace of mind and think about higher things. I LOVE that kind of work.
After work I had several things planned, but they were gracefully interrupted by something much better. My friend and brother Luther Schrum called me up. I haven't gotten to spend much time with him since Phillip. But it was good. He wanted to read me something that Phillip had written down right before he left for the last jog. It was Joel 3:12-13. I asked Luther what he thought it meant and then he asked me what I thought it meant. We had a good deep discussion which is something I really enjoy. We also talked about missions and his and my trip to Africa. That guy has an amazing level of spiritual maturity and I was honored that he would share something like that with me. He even payed for my dinner! We ate Thai! Matt did you hear that? We ate Thai!
After that I went to see Fantastic Four with Luther, Brandon, and Katherine. I won't tell you what I thought of it. I don't play that game. But all in all it was a great day. Things are picking up for me. I'm feeling positive and just happy to breath air I guess. Relaxed is a good word to use. I find that I function better when I'm completely relaxed and not worried even about things that I should be worried about. I can think more clearly. I totally want to go to the beach now that I think about it. That was random, but the whole relaxed shpeal got me thinking about my favorite place which is the beach. I might just go camp there for a night or two... Somethin fun and unplanned like that... Gotta make money though and speaking of which, i gotta go to bed so I can get up early and do just that. Peace and love.
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