A Pad of Sticky Notes

“And this is the confidence that we have toward Him, that if we ask anything according to His will He hears us.” 1 John 5:14

It’s odd. Sometimes your day can be so packed-full of amazing things to write about, but when you sit down to write about them, about how they all remind you that God is awesome and that He hears your prayers, you have no words to write.

Well, I guess I’ll just be startin’ at the beginning.

Beth Moore took us through the benefits that come from being in a relationship with God. It sounds weird, but bear with me. Isaiah 43:10 says “You are my witness,’ declares the Lord, ‘and my servant whom I have chosen, so that you may know and believe me and understand that I am he. Before me no god was formed, nor shall there be any after me.” This spells out part of God’s will for humanity, for the individual.

A lot of people talk about God like He’s a distant being who created the earth and the heavens, who doesn’t necessarily have a hand in everyday human life but rather just overlooks everything as it goes along. It’s passages like this one that remind me that’s far from the truth πŸ™‚ God’s will is that we know and believe Him, that we understand that He is THE God, the one and only. Isaiah 43:11 and 12 go on to say “I, I am the Lord, and besides me there is no savior. I declared and saved and proclaimed, when there was no strange god among you; and you are my witness,” declares the Lord, “and I am God.”

I don’t know about you but I got goosebumps reading that.

There’s nothing more encouraging than being reminded of God’s truth, even if it’s something I study and read and quote all the time like God’s character being that of a personal nature. One time I was having tea with a friend (yes, I have tea, because it’s good) and he told me that Christians too often make the relationship between them and God sentimental and emotional. While our faith is not based off of sentiment or feeling, God is an emotional God; we can know this because we’re made in His image, and despite it being distorted, we still exhibit emotions similarly to how God exhibits His. Thankfully, God exhibits emotions perfectly. The way He loves, His anger, His jealousy, His kindness, and His mercy, are all exhibited perfectly. Just look what He did for humanity, even though they wanted nothing to do with Him, even though they were afraid of being set free.

And that’s exactly what God is anxious to do, to set us free from our bondage, our unbelief, our doubt, our fear, our strongholds. The best part? He’s more than capable of doing it πŸ™‚

After my devotions I got ready for the day, praying to God that, even though my day was jam-packed with classes and homework and everything else, He would give me peace, understanding, and hope. My World Literature professor described the story of Job in class, but he lacked the understanding. Job is a difficult book to read, and it’s more than just a human being caught in the cross-fire of some kind of theistic dual. My professor didn’t talk about God’s overwhelming control over the situation, how Satan lost, as he always will, how God, after restoring Job’s faith, also restored everything he’d lost times two.

I went to the mail to find a card from my Grandma. Have I mentioned how much I love getting mail? Any mail. It could be junk mail, really. But I ESPECIALLY love it when I receive encouragement and love through the mail. I love mail…and letters…and tea….and writing….but I digress.

Finances are rough, and the people from the phonathon position haven’t contacted me…I think God is still wanting me not to have a job. Of course, looking back at this week, I can’t help but understand why. He knows I couldn’t handle it, that it’s not the right time. I love it when He proves me wrong πŸ™‚

Right, I have a point. My Grandma sent me an encouraging Valentine’s Day card along with a financial gift inside. When I opened the card I cried next to my mailbox. I know it was a small thing, but it was God’s way of saying, “Hunter, I’m still here.”

I sprinted to eat lunch and then get through Writer’s Forum and then to Critical Thinking & Writing. While we were discussing Judith Butler’s take on language, using the political stand points of pornography and racism, Marcy brought up a point about feminism, about how pornography isn’t that bad. My professor then went on to talk about different feminists being “sex positive,” as in pornography was actually seen as a way to embrace feminism without objectifying women.

I had to question it then…I didn’t understand.

I’m still not a feminist and I never will be, but there’s no way for a woman to do that without being seen as an object of sexual gratification for both men and women alike. How can women want to be equal with men but still allow themselves to embrace a world that makes them far less than they are?

God calmed my heart, however. I don’t know how, but He did. I left the class thinking very hard, and I’m pretty sure I creased my eyebrows so many times today that they’re permanently stuck like that.

After discussing World Literature and Veggie Tales with some of the girls from my major, I went to the Prattler. We all gathered and then went to separate computers to do our final drafts of our articles for this issue. When I came back to the table, the girl across from me, Priscilla, who’s a senior writing major, told me she liked my bracelet. It was the bracelet I bought when Charlene and I first went shopping in Soho back in the end days of summer.

She then asked me if I’d like to go to a movie screening of The Son of God the movie at her church. We exchanged some information and such and we were good. I wanted to ask if she was saved, but, well….there’s really no getting around it: I was being a chicken, which meant I had to make myself ask. When I asked her if she was saved, she said yes with confidence, and I smiled.

There’s another Christian on the Prattler.

We were pitching ideas for the next issue when it came around to me. I named off a few and then one just came out of my head that I hadn’t expected.

“There has recently been a debate between Bill Nye and Ken Ham concerning Creation vs. Evolution. Why don’t we do an article about what Pratt students think about these two sides of science?”

Everyone really liked the idea. Shawn, the supervisor, spoke out first.

“Are there really any fundamental creationists on campus?”

I answered firmly, “Yes, there are. I’m one.”

Priscilla backed me up and said she was one too.

Shawn said, “Well, I think people who are fundamental creationists are (insert bad word here), because most of them are hicks.”

Normally I would’ve taken offense to that, but I understood that it once again wasn’t about what I felt, but rather about what God says, what God would want, how He would want me to react. My heart was calmed, and I continued to talk to Shawn.

I ended up being assigned the article, and I’m really excited about it. This will give me the opportunity to talk to people about why they believe what they believe, about their faith or lack there of. This is going to be really cool πŸ™‚

The day itself was one big reminder that God loves me, hears me, and that He has a plan, and I know I say that a lot but it is REALLY reassuring that Someone who actually knows what they’re doing is running my future and the direction of my life. I went to the cafeteria to get dinner and the lately at the cash register asked me if I was excited about classes being canceled tomorrow. I wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about.

When I got to my dorm, Bree told me classes were canceled for tomorrow. Sam had also told me earlier that Bible Study was going to be canceled as well….which means I have absolutely zero obligations tomorrow.

“Oh, you’re overwhelmed? Here, let Me just give you a day off.”

God cares, guys. He does πŸ™‚ I don’t understand how I can forget that. He shows me every day. He uses people who I wouldn’t expect to encourage me. He uses my surroundings, the beauty of the world outside of sin to remind me who He is and who I am. Man, He cares. He gives hope, peace, and strength, when mine is all but depleted, and my mind is all but spent. He just swoops in and rescues me, whenever I’m struggling to keep my head above water. He rides in on a white stead and pulls up and out of whatever nonsense I’ve gotten myself into. He’s my Hero πŸ™‚

“I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued My faithfulness to you.”Β 

—Jeremiah 31:3, ESV

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About newminority16

Hi, my name is Hunter. I very often make random comments about bacon and how chocolate is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy :) So, before I started this blog, I was getting ready to make one of the biggest decisions of my life: college. God led me to go to a secular college in New York City, a place I was deathly afraid of. It's followed me through those years at college straight into married life and becoming a military spouse, all while seeking to following Christ and know God better and share Him with others. This blog is a way for you to go with me through these adventures, through being a Christian in a world that's forgotten its Creator.
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One Response to A Pad of Sticky Notes

  1. DuVall, Elizabeth says:

    Hunter,

    This is one of those β€œbest ones” for the book.

    Love you,

    Mom

    Like

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