The Saucy Clucker

I should've known that today would be a roller coaster ride from the moment that I rolled out of bed...late.

Not just late, but intentionally late. I recall getting up at 6:30, staggering over to my alarm clock and resetting it for 7:15. For most, an extra 45 minutes of sleep would be considered a blessing.

For me, it meant skipping my devotional time...purposely denying my Savior by putting [extra] sleep before Him.
Luckily, I got to work 15 minutes early and was able to read a few chapters of Daniel and pray for some friends before "the day began." Still, 15 minutes out of obligation and guilt is nothing compared to 30 minutes out of worship and adoration.

*fast forward a few hours*

I only had two classes today one of which is my all-time favorite; choir. However, today's class period was an exception. It was miserable. Essentially ,we spent 1hr and 15 minutes complaining, disrespecting our student instructor and not giving Him 100%.

So, I was a bit disheartened upon leaving class...

Yet, not even ten minutes after class was dismissed, I was greated by a hug and a huge smile from an unexpected visitor...Bryce Lorey.
Bryce was a freshman at CBC last year and played the cello for our choir concerts. He is a beautiful soul who loves to take pictures, study psychology and play music. We spent a few minutes catching-up and sharing what God had been doing in each of our lives. It was so great to see him and as I told him, his presence "made my day."

Sadly, my upbeat mood didn't last long.  After we parted ways, I headed to the computer lab to check my Facebook and then do some writing. The first thing on my news feed was a status from my sister, a girl that I love dearly, saying  (please excuse the language) "Just fuuuckkking kill me. Please."

...Reading those words pierced my heart. Knowing that she has attempted suicide in the past definitely didn't help matters. I tried to rid my mind of that subject by going to the Journalism office (the J)
to hang out with some dear friends, but to my dismay, that didn't help. I started to hyperventilate and then felt like I was about to have a panic attack...

So, I ran. Sprinted, actually. Out of the building and to my car. Then I drove around town for a while.

I had planned to meet up with three of my best friends from high school for dinner, so that's what I did. We decided to try Pitza 42 and so sat we did, in the vibrant blue and green building. While we devoured our delectable flat bread pitzas and salads, a variety of music played on the radio. It was mostly modern pop-rock, so I quickly tuned put. However, about mid-way through my saucy clucker, the epitome of salads, I started to hear lyrics that struck my heart strings...

"Oh, I'm running to your arms. I'm running to you arms. The riches of your love will always be enough. Nothing compares to your embrace. Light of the world forever reign."

The words were faint, as the restaurant was full of chatting persons, and at first, I truly thought that I was crazy. Therefore, I stopped mid-chew and began to listen more intently. To my surprise, I was right.

It was a Christian song, Forever Reign by Hillsong United. Not just any Christian song, but one that I know and love well. One that my Father knew I needed to hear...

I'd like to say that the rest of my night was spent alone in hours of bible study, singing and prayer.
But it wasn't.

Instead, it was spent with three people who have whole-heartedly decided to turn against God and one atheist. It was spent listening to talk of sex lives, drunkenness and future plans. It was spent investing in people whom I desperately want to grasp His unfailing love.

It was a night fueled by embracing this truth: "You are GOD. Of all else I'm letting go.."

A night of chowing down on a barbeque chicken salad and letting the God of the universe, the reason that I write and sing, do exactly what He's promised me to do...forever reign on high.