I am wearing argyle socks.

This will probably be really random. I just need my soul to breathe for a minute, and writing seems to work the best for that. Hmmm, last night we had our Christmas party at work. It was a slumber party. I ended up with a swollen eye and a bloody knuckle. But I really don't feel like talking about that.

On Monday mornings at the US Center for World Mission, we have a morning Bible Study. This morning we talked a little bit about suffering. Not so much persecution or physical suffering, but more self deprivation for the sake of Christ. I was thinking about it, and this is my conclusion:

Surrender minimizes suffering. Take money for instance. If I surrender all of my money to God, then I don't feel such a loss when I give it away. Same thing with my time. If I wake up each morning and say, "Here is my day, God! All 24 hours are yours!" Then they are not mine anymore, right. So when someone calls and need something, I can joyfully give that person a few hours, because they are not mine anymore. Does that make sense? It's easier to give stuff away than to have it taken from you (or have the feeling like it's been taken from you).

Ok, now I get to study for finals (I'm honestly excited)!

p.s. I hope you enjoyed the Yosemite pictures!