God... surprises me.

What To Do When Faith Dies
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So... I think I'm the kind of person that has to express his emotions to find any form of peace (of course prayer with God). Not that this singular sentence explains my recent post, but it helps to paint the idea. Not that I'm completely over it yet haha.

So I have some pinched nerves in my spine/neck area. I can't fully relax my head backward, and I think overtime it got better. Until I had another concussion snowboarding this past Saturday. Forgot a few seconds of time prior to it and bit my tongue pretty hard. Most of my muscle soreness from falling is gone, minus a couple bruises, but I think it jacked my pinched nerves so it's worse than I remember. Nothing major compared to scoliosis or something, but if you wouldn't mind praying, that'd be nice.

But why does God surprise me? Besides the fact that He always does. He surprised me by dashing some plans, well more like a plan, that was in the works with a resounding kaboom.

And then He blessed me... with a gift that still leaves me confuzzled. Yes, confuzzled. My step-dad had a recruitment thing at UVA for the company he works for (developers need an internship? let me know, and if you aren't terrible, you can hopefully have a shot, at least increase your chances of an interview), and we ate dinner together. Just catching up, I can finally relate to him about work things, so it's nice. It was somewhat awkward, and I could tell he felt awkward because we don't do this one on one talk often/ever. Yet... it was nice.

Fast forward, my mom calls me. Apparently my step-dad sorta bugged her to let me know, but we have some money saved over from my education fund/transforming into my brother's fund. And my parents wanted to let me know, they would help me some with seminary. And I paused you know. Sorta dumbfounded. I fully expected to have to pay it on my own/fundraising/grants or whatever. I expected my parents you know to maybe send me some food haha. Or maybe some pocket change every once in a while.

So to hear that... I was touched. And my mom even said, don't feel restricted by money in going to where you feel like you should. Even if you save up the money, you might find another way to use your money or just decide to change your mind. Her main point was do what you think you should.

Guys... I don't think you can appreciate how much my parents accepting my desire to go to seminary and missions/even being willing to help fund touches me. Granted it's the reversal of the Asian son support the parents, which hurts in many ways. But regardless of if I take any money or not, I'm touched. Wow.

Loving lots of hymns due to Trinity, but here's a praise song that I recently heard that's beauitful. Yes, I'm behind. I don't hear modern Christian worship music besides the radio (which isn't really worship style music), so if you know new songs, send them to me please.
Mercy - Matt Redman