God is Good

What A Day!?! (my saying of the year) The reason for the title. I had an awsome but wacked out day. I'll start at the begining of this story. Friday night, My guy friend and his family take me out to dinner because my parents were out of the country. I get back to the house, after some egging by his MA, and as I open the door boom "Surprise". So I had a little girls only surprise b-day party. I was kind of bored of watching movies but really did not want to have girl talks. So hiding my feelings we watched movies. The next day, Saturday, I had a really bumed out day. I practicly watched tv all day long, I tried to do HW but just could not focus. Sunday was practically the same way. But I was making my self do things to be happy and involved. Getting to bed late on Sunday is not always the smartest thing. Feeling really tired, grumpy, mad at myself,depressed, I forced myself to go to school. The whole day I felt like hiding in my black box, away from the world. But I had hope that the light would come. Even though my friend related to me, I really did not believe him because I felt so trieable and depressed inside that it never looked like he ever felt that way. But as the day woar on I knew there was someone I could relate to and help me out. I did not just up and say I want to read my Bible, I felt it calling me. My innerds just started praying to God asking him for strength and a resolution to what ever I was feeling. I slowly reached in my Bookbag and pulled out my Bible. No verse jumped out at me, no tears, no impulse to read a certain passage, just being in the Word and talking/praying to God made me feel alittle bit better. The more I prayed the more I felt better. Oh I was still depressed but I was able to climb out of my box to were I could see the light. I got home feeling much better. But my struggle was not over. I pulled out my Journal and started writing my conversation to God and continuing to ask God why I felt so for I did not understand it. I started crying and became scared. I was all alone, God was there but I needed a physical person to hold me like a child. I called my parents but no one answered. I tired to call my sis but she left her cell phone in her room. I was able to stop by thinking "Why am I crying when I have God right here?" I planed then to go to Student Venture but got side tracked and went to IG. I felt needed there. Singing always makes me feel better expecailly when its with friends. The rest is history. But God was really good. In my time of need when there was no one else he pulled me to Him. He made me relize that He is the one I need to rely on more than other people. Thank you God for your awsome heart for me. I still have to fight this depression but now that God is with me I can make it.