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All my homework is done for the semester, excluding a few small things.
I handed out fliers all morning to the neighborhood to get them to come to our block party.
I’m currently dressed up as I wait to go to the rehearsal dinner for a wedding I’m playing for.
This is the most productive week of my life.

I’ve learned that lists aren’t necessarily evil, that sleepless nights aren’t all bad, and that it feels great to not have homework looming over my head.

But the biggest thing I’ve learned is something I knew all along.

It’s that He is mighty to save. Not that He just saves, though He does. But He saves mightily, with a powerful hand and a rush of wind. His salvations, when we let them be, are a testimony of the realness of our God in and of themselves.

At the beginning of the week, I was bad again (I feel so bipolar nowadays). And nothing or no one made me feel any better. I felt stuck again, hopeless, and done trying. So I just cried out to Him, “Save me.” There was nothing left but for me to just ask Him to bring me out of my despair.

And the next day, we worshipped deeply in chapel, and my mood was completely turned around. I didn’t experience any revelations or receive any encouragement from anyone. He just…made me feel better. Completely better. He’s showing me that it’s not going to be easy to be happy every day, but if I let Him, He will make me happy. He will save me from the blues that like to grab me. Only Him. And He won’t just make me feel a little better. No, He saves mightily.

So I’m happy again, and I know the depressing days will threaten my soul. But when I tap into the victory that has already been won, when I let my Savior save, it is nothing short of amazing.