I prayed a prayer this morning asking God to help me go to dance class this evening. I hadn't gone the past two weeks and wanted to return to it. Well, as the day went on and I got busy, I eventually decided I didn't want to go. I had four chapters to read for class tomorrow and really didn't want to go out again. Thus, I made up my mind that I would stay home.
Ha! Silly me. How could I honestly believe that that would actually happen? Don't I know God well enough by now to know that He somehow changes my mind without my seeming consent? I'm not saying He forced me to go, but He has some mysterious methods of getting me to go places. There are Sabbaths when I don't comprehend how in the world He got me to church. Yet, when He does it, it is always a blessing.
I went tonight and danced for the first hour. People were happy to see me and I got to advertise the program that I am in charge of in my ESL department. And, most importantly, in going I was reminded of just how powerful God is. To be honest, I was semi-annoyed with Him. You know, the kind of annoyance where you're not really mad, just can't believe that someone talked you into doing something. He is a mystery, but a good one.
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