I’m way to tired too tell the whole story tonight, but its such a good one that I want to do it justice. Here’s the abridged version:

I was having a terrible, horrible, awful day. I spent most of my lunch crying on the phone to my mom while trying to make everyone else think I was ok. I was letting my worries consume me, and I was letting the rude remarks of the 7th grade boys in my class get to me. In the end, its completely inconsequential.

You know what isn’t, though? One of my precious little spitfires accepting Christ as her savior!!! My Father always knows when to give me an attitude adjustment, and he certainly delivered today. My dumb junk doesn’t matter; eternity does. Knowing that one more person is going to spend forever in the arms of her savior one day…thats what matters. That’s what makes those hateful boys a little easier to love (Emphasis on “a little”).

There are still so many that I want to see make the same decision. There are only a few hours of week 2 left, but since when does my God need extra time?

More to come…