Jesus time.

University of TN started today. And I go there. Therefore, I started today. Typical first day...lots of rules, bad jokes, etc. I love it though. I have like an hour and a half between each class... I was sad about this when I first received my schedule...It seemed like a waste of my precious time. What a wonderfully arrogant attitude I had...Last night, as I was laying in bed, I thought "Crap. I didn't have my quiet time..." Isn't that so sad? I didn't even think about it all day... (Note 1: I don't think a "quiet time" is something that is necessary to have it to be a Christian haha, though it is OBVIOUSLY super beneficial for your walk with Christ). So, I started making excuses for not making time for it (Note 2: I think it's stupid that I even thought about "making time" for it...It should be every minute of everyday...But, honestly, I fail at that 80 % of the time...We all do). So, I felt a little tug at this heart of mine...and God practically told me that the 3 hours total that I have between classes is His time(Note 3: I don't really have audible ABBA experiences usually...aka never. The Holy Spirit leads my mind and heart, etc).

My first response: WHATTTTTTTTTTT. I can do homework during that time.
Answer: You can do homework when you get home...
Response: WHATTTTTTTTTTT. I need to get mentally prepared for class during those times.
Answer: You need to get your spiritual armor on during those times.
Response: Ok. I give in...It's Your time, not mine.

So, that's exactly what I did today. 3 hours of Jesus time. 3 hours of intense heart change. And I loved and hated every single moment of it.

I'll fill you in on this heart surgery that happened during this time in later posts.