I'm sitting in Common Grounds (a coffee shop at Biola), sipping at my perfectly heated London Fog, and reading Edmund Burke's Reflection on the Revolution in France, and it hits me: I'm not frantically running around right now! I often characterize my life as one which is always moving, always busy, never really at rest. But, this morning, as I became aware of the fact that I was calmly sitting and reading and sipping, it brought a slight smile to my face.
The life God has given me here at Biola is so incredibly beautiful. I love my job. I love my friends. I love (for the most part, hehe) my classes. I am blessed.
I love that I can sit in a coffee shop at 10:07 in the morning on a Thursday and hear Sufjan Stevens in the speakers, and look around at all of the happy coffee shop people reading and talking with their friends.
Amidst the things that I love are things that cause me pain. Sick grandparents, siblings going through hard times. It's sad. God is showing me the rightness of feeling two emotions simultaneously that seem contrary in nature: joy and sorrow. Isn't it interesting how we can both feel incandescently happy and detrimentally downcast at the same time? I think so. The good thing is, for us who have come to life in Christ, the knowledge of our salvation should be enough to cause a joy that puts our sorrow to shame.
All that to say, I'm happy. I'm resting. My day will be busy, don't doubt that. But it will be a day that began with rest. Thank you, Lord, for showing me the little things you love to show me.
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