Celebrate

It seems that the days where I can't even manage to get out of bed for the majority of the day are happening more and more frequently.  I forced myself to get up to eat but that's it.

That means I missed yet another day of classes as well as small group today.  I'm not sure which frustrates me more.  One thing is for sure - my teachers are angels.  They all could technically fail me for absences but instead have told me not to even worry about it.  They just want me to get better.

I don't know what else to say.  I'm exhausted.  I'm frustrated.  I just want this pain to be gone.  But I'm not worried.  I'm slightly amazed that I'm not worried, but I'm not.  God is with me.  And so many people are praying for me.  God says that wherever two or more are gathered in His name, there He will be.  So that's a good reassurance.

I'm tired, but not enough to give up.  I'm going to keep living, and I'm going to live for Him.  Tomorrow I'm going to force myself to get up and go to class.  It's one class, a tutoring session, a quick interview, and then I'm headed home for Easter weekend.

This weekend is the celebration of Jesus' victory over death.  Jesus died so that I could have hope.  Giving up is not an option.  Instead, I'm going to celebrate.  Celebrate the love of a Father that has changed my life. Celebrate Jesus' perfect love.  Celebrate His sacrifice for my utterly broken soul.  Celebrate His victory.  Celebrate the hope I found in Him.

So yes, I choose to celebrate.