I feel bad... I feel horrible. Well, I was getting angry with myself for the past few weeks that I'm not able to get anything done. Ever. But last night I ran into Minister Smith, who told me he was studying New Testament Greek at a Thursday class. And I told him, 'Me too!' I have a book... By William Mounce... Learning Biblical Greek. And he said, well, you must be patient. You have to take a class. Be patient. And then after I said bye to the Minister, I was thinking... Why am I expecting to do with Faith Hall? What was I expecting out of my church, to do? I mean, was I trying to get somewhere? Why am I so anxious to get things popping at USF? I mean, it's not like they're desires native to my heart... They are given. Not to say that that's bad.
But that they come with being sealed by the Holy Spirit. With serving the Lord Jesus Christ. But, why? I mean, I should be satisfied with what is happening at all times, because all things whether great or small are given to me by my Master. Lord Jesus Christ. I mean, why? Why be worried? Why even be anxious? Kind of hard to grapple and understand. But, like... The future is given to me by God. Why aren't I more concerned about what's going on right now? Humph....
