And on the Third Day...

Hey everyone. I know it's already been three days (MAN, time sure is a flyin') and I haven't posted anything in my blog. So the next step is to simply start from where i left off.

Well School is... school. I don't know what to say about it accept that I enjoy the company that i find there. I work hard and try to be as productive as I can. It's a wonderful experience, when I find that I've ended a day doing what needed to be done. It's an odd feeling, but then again, it may be the most sane thing I've dedicated myself to follow.

Today I had the honor of being recognized by the San Bernardino District of African-American Academic Counsel for my hard work. Myself and one of my classmates were recognized for our efforts and studies during the course of our high school careers. It was a small ceremony, and our involvement was minimal, with our involvement being included in only about the first fifteen to twenty minutes. But the most interesting thing to me about the ceremony was the presenter of the awards.

The speaker and I had actually seen each other before a couple of months ago. He had stopped by in my History of the Americas class and listened in on one of the many debates that were encouraged by our teacher. Apparently, we weren't talking about the Vietnam war, and he was extremely impressed between the two of us. During his opener, he said that "When I was observing the class, and when i saw these two students debating the issues, I had to had to fight tears, and that is the truth."

The reason I choose to share this isn't because I wish to toot my own horn, but because this simply the latest trend of blessings God has rewarded me with. This time maybe two years ago, I wasn't, by any means, deserving of such an award. I wasn't even that hard of a worker. I had started to put forth effort in my studies, but merely months before, I simply went through whatever motions i felt like going through, suffering alone and not even really applying myself to the things that were really important to me: Finding that peace within myself and with God. I had only really made progress in my attempts with my own personal regeneration when I let God work on my heart and my mind. From that point, God's given me all sorts of strength through the most trying times of these last few months, and, though i know that i can't always feel Him, He's doing His work in me.

There is something that I've come to understand about God: He's lent so much of himself into me. I am not obligated to do the same to him, but I know that I am safest in His jurisdiction... and I wouldn't have it any other way. When you let yourself be healed by the God, it's as if you are finally discovering who you are.