I've been living the Christian life for a little over a year and three months now. It's been extra insane but really fulfilling and not at all what I thought it would be and really very good and great. But today that isn't what we are talking about.

Today we are talking about one totally regular day when I was stubborn and lazy in my faith and obedience as per-usual:

I had a crazy day at work where I felt like I had completely let my selfish desires (default me) take over. I drove home and didn't pray, attempting to ignore God.

I arrived home and didn't read the bible but sat around and thought about how I should go and do something stupid. I was really mad about my day and feeling like God wasn't giving me any grace at all. (Psh.)

Within, gosh, it couldn't have been two minutes, when the kindly Veritas folks called me and asked me if I'd help them with a press kit. I had previously agreed to do it, so I said, "Yeah, now is fine," and they picked me up. A lot went wrong and it ended up taking way longer then they had anticipated. They laughed about how crazy it was that nothing was coming together, not knowing that the grace of God was keeping me around Christians and away from isolation and self-inflicted stupid decisions I'd probably make. They asked me if I'd be willing to blog and write for their magazine. I said yeah. They took my picture.

I was dropped off back at home and my roommate, Darrin, the worship leader for my church, asked me if I'd be interested in weekly guitar help. (I had previously asked if he'd help me learn to do worship music, and his schedule was crazy and he wasn't able to.) I said yeah. We scheduled it for Wednesdays.

And as I was still in my weird little funk the next morning, I realized how God had answered both of my prayers in the same day (writing and singing for the Lord). And I realized how his grace was actually very prevalent and very powerful in my life. And how ridiculous it is that he chose to:
a) bless me like crazy by fulfilling the wants of my heart, and
b) rescue me from myself on one of the most rebellious/worthless days I've ever had.

I dare you to try and escape the love of God!
(Psalm 139)