September 21, 2016

     Today has been a sick day. No class, no chapel, just eat, sleep, and read. It’s coming up fast; time that I will be leaving this place to begin another adventure… better yet, receive more training. I haven’t yet determined whether I will be going to this next establishment for sure, but it seems very likely. I’m just waiting on my interview. I’m becoming more content with the decision I’ve made to go to this program, I’ve also told my family; they are excited for me. I’m also excited. Still ‘under the weather’, nose screwed all the way up… can’t make it’s mind up which side to leak from. head feels better… I took some ibuprofen… still super-drowsy… hope I feel better in the morning… I don’t want to take anymore time out of class… prayed for *names of individuals here that are not associated with the program* last night. I couldn’t sleep… nose clogged up, so I went in a shower and turned the hot water on and found myself praying for these people because these were all people I was in direct contact with, that I represented Christ poorly to, in one way or another… I pray God’s will over their lives and that His Spirit would manifest itself in them. Truth is I’ve always wanted everyone to be okay… in maturing I’ve learned that doesn’t necessarily involve me in the least. They don’t need Corwin (me)… they need Jesus(You, Lord)

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Author: clhemingwayii

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth! Isaiah 52:7(KJV)

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