Today marks the end of the first week of the film festival.
I cannot express how blessed I am.
Today, I had to host the film festival because I was not able to delegate the responsibility to one of the other French Club members. No biggie.
The shirt I'm wearing today I got on clearance from a christian clothing store in the mall. It reads, you guessed it, Jesus beat the Devil with a big wooden stick. It's one of my favorite shirts for obvious reasons.
Apparently, lots of other people liked it too.
Complements are always nice. So are deeply entrenched Biblical discussions.
Both happened in abundance today. Like, seriously. I was reminded that there are more believers in my life than I am aware of, and that I need not feel alone, helpless, or like it's just God and me on a rowboat on the Atlantic, fishing for lost souls.
Today was a day of recognition of fellow believers, and recognition from fellow believers. Three times today, I saw the love of God surface in people talking to me, and I mean the real deal.
Recently, I've felt discouraged because it's hard to spot the Christians in the world. God whispered in my ear today (by making it blatantly obvious) I am not alone in this city.
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