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Today I was just happy. Reasons for happiness:

First of all, I am happy because God is very, very good. And we do not have to worry, we do not have to overthink or over-analyze. We can rest and trust and wait. We don’t have to feel pressure or striving. Simply because He is so good.

I spied and watched my little brother ask this cute girl to formal today. And as I watched her blush, I just couldn’t help but smile. I remember that feeling of knowing a boy could have chosen anyone to ask to formal, but he chose me. I knew that girl felt special and confident today, because she was picked by my brother (who is a catch and a half by the way). And she’s just so stinking cute, I hope she goes to sleep still smiling because she’s got a date to formal. Cute freshmen.

And then I smiled because I don’t need a date to formal, and that is exactly why I have one. Because I remember being like these freshman girls that wanted dates so badly, that felt self-conscious if I didn’t have one. And I am just so happy that I don’t need that. Not anymore. Praise the Lord.

And I talked to this chef with a beautiful Australian accent today on the phone. I would have gone weak at the knees if I were standing up. Part of me hopes I never see him in person. I like what I imagine in my head.

I’m happy because I’m planning formal and everything is coming together and we don’t have to eat in our school’s gym—the epitome of a secretary fail. But I haven’t failed yet…not yet.

I’m happy because as our running group ran past a gay bar on Tuesday, one of the men smoking outside asked us who we were, what we were doing. And he asked us to pray for him. God is moving.

And I’m happy because I got to talk to Asha on the phone today J

Days like this are great; they give me strength for the inevitable tough days coming up.

But I can still be happy when those days come because God will still be good. And I will still be able to trust Him.

So I can always, always smile.

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