I want to feel alive when I write. But today I take a stand to stop that nonsense. Time for real writing and not semi-inspirational, semi-melancholy jargon. I went to my room. Eventually one of my room mates and his friend came to his senses and wanted to go live life.

For Such A Time As This. Maximizing everyday moments to glorify God. I could have died today. Heading to work, traveling in the center lane on the highway, a semi on my right suddenly came over without any warning. To my left, a pickup truck. Behind me, a van. I was completely helpless and boxed in with nowhere to go. But spiritually, I can see it as plain as day. Explanation that makes any sense is that God sent the angels to protect me.