Two Chapels and a Night Alone.

Initially, i was upset that i found myself spending this rainy saturday night by myself. However, now i couldn't be happier. As i am reflecting on the week prior to tonight, and the text my brother sent me nearly a week ago, i am realizing that i have seen God move in my life this week and the process of feeling connected to Him is occurring faster than i anticipated. This week during both chapels, i felt my heart beating fast and getting nervous. It was during the short periods of time where i allowed my heart to be quiet and just listen. It is scary since i have not openly let God dwell in my heart for quite some time, though this week was not on par with a normal week in accordance to those of the last year or so.
As i spent a lot of time keeping to myself this week, i have been able to contemplate what it is i want out of life and why i think i have been placed where i am. Tonight i found myself all alone watching "Hurt Locker", which is an amazing film... though i still have 30 minutes left to watch. I stopped the movie and sat in darkness for about five minutes. I was and still am restless and started rifling through ideas for things i could do to pass time. Read, write, watch, listen, workout, go to the market... the only things i could come up with that i wanted to do was dwell in the darkness of my dorm and contemplate God in my life. After doing this for about twelve minutes i began to read. I had to turn on the light in my room to do so. Upon turning on the desk light, i felt empowered, as if this great power had come over me. An ability to care. I read two chapters of "Crazy Love" with my heart into the story and i got something out of it. I got something out of God. I felt like He was listening to me when i thought about Him. Like he was there.
This week has been so below average socially, yet so immensely significant in a way that trumps social life 1,000,000 to one (there is no infinity sign on my keyboard. As more things occur in my life, they will be portrayed in a much more brief manner so that the few people that may scan this blog do not have to work so hard. This is a good time, though i do not regret the last year of dilly-dallying. I was luke warm until spain, freezing cold while there and returned in the same fashion, and if it were not for that i would not be getting hot right now. Experiences are how i learn and this time is no different. Good Night