Wasting Time...

My Survey of the New Testament class was canceled today. Currently trying to decide on how to kill an hour. I wanted to write about something last night but decided that the blog was already too long and i would fall asleep on top of my computer if i tried to type any more. Here it is:

Two weeks ago, i taught about the providence of God and seeing his hand in things. I spoke of God saving the Jews while Esther was queen. I talked about God saving Egypt and the surrounding nations by placing Joseph second to the pharaoh. Well, Sunday came and Brother Bruce preached on the same topic. He didn't use those examples, but i found it interesting that for some reason that topic had been placed on both our hearts. I can't help but wonder what i'm supposed to learn from it.

O yea, i forgot to mention, for the first time ever, i skipped church Sunday night to go to a Super Bowl party. It was great. I didn't know who was playing until the day of. The Cowboys didn't make it, so it was just another Super Bowl Sunday to me. After hearing about all the things that the Patriots did to cheat and finding out that their coach wouldn't even let them pray on the sideline, i wasn't too disappointed that they lost. I was still secretly hoping that they would end up with a perfect season. Anyway, God's invisible hand in that too.

Here's the other thing i wanted to mention. I had to go home during my lunch break on Monday so Dad could unload a thousand pounds of cement from the back of my truck before it started to rain. In the process, i was told to drive through quite a bit of mud. I got through it fine the first time. On the way back, i managed to get stuck (which i happened to predict before it happened). Had to hose my truck off before i went back to school. With an hour to spare, i figured i'd just get lunch with my parents. That didn't happen. My mom and sister decided to go out while i was still washing my truck and Dad had to go to work. I realized how lonely i've been feeling lately. Over having to go out to eat by myself for about the third time in a week, i decided i'd rather not eat over having to endure that again. i think it's the company that makes anything good. Books can only do so much. If are involved in ministry pretty much every night, surrounded by people constantly at college, and constantly reading God's word, how can that feeling reach you? For some reason, i thought i'd be immune to being lonely if all that stuff was going well.