That's my new home. Well, it's the view from my window anyways. I'm now one of the zillion people who live in New York City. I'm going on Week 4 and well, it's been interesting.
I've always loved the City. The first time I came here, I told my parents that I will live here. And now I do and it's awesome.
This past week it seems as if my life keeps taking a turn in the opposite direction that I want it to. One bad things keeps happening after the other. When I think, "well, it can't get any worse than this", it does. I think I have cried more this past week than I have in the past few months. I know that everything happens for a reason but I just can't seem to find the reason for my having a horrible week. This is usually the part where a person tells of all the bad things that have been going on. I'm not. I don't want your pity. The bad things aren't even the point of this blog post.
I was walking to school today and was not in a good mood. I was tired, upset, and really not in the mood to sit through my math class. There are always people on the streets handing out fliers or postcards or some sort of advertisement. I never stop and take what they are handing out. There was an older gentlemen on the same block as my school, handing out something. I don't know why, but I stopped and took out my headphones and listened to what the man had to say. He was handing out copies of the New Testament and looked me right in the eyes and said "God loves you. Have a great day" It wasn't much, in fact I really can't remember what the man looked like. It was just a reminder that God is bigger than all this. God is bigger than all my worries. I really think that God is the one who told me to stop and listen to the man. I really think that God put that man there at the time I had to go to class for a reason. I needed to be reminded that I have a loving God.
Life is going to be difficult. I'm going to have horrible weeks. But I need to lean on my faith and know that everything will work out.
