Braces..

     I went to the orthodontist yesterday.  They put a new wire in.  It is tight as crap.  I feel like I'm dying.  My mouth didn't even hurt this bad when I got my braces put on!!  Ridiculous.  Life sucks at the moment.  Ha.  And I'm still coughing.  Now, I'm done complaining.  Sorry about that.  
     My sister sent me a quote thing from her devotional this morning.  It was about patience.  I'm sitting in geometry at the moment, so I can't get my phone out to look at it.  Here is basically what it said though....Patience is doing nothing.  When you are angered by something, resist it inwardly, and do NOTHING outwardly.  Even if that resistance is only for a second, it is time enough to pray and think clearly.  That is patience.
    I'm trying to relate that to my awful braces and my incredibly pained mouth.  I have multiple options here....

• I can complain to everyone and be miserable because it freaking hurts.  A lot.
• I can suck it up and stop whining because there's nothing I can do about it.  (Suffer in silence.)
• I can be patient and talk to God about it because he understands the pain.  The soreness will go away with time.  So, patience is the key in this situation.  

     Now, I feel really cool because I just related a really deep, serious devotional topic to something as small and trivial to braces.  Ha.  I like relating God things to small stuff though.  It reminds me that I can see Him anywhere if I just look.  That reminds me of another thing.  Today, I was sitting in geometry (being miserable because my mouth) and we  were about to work on homework.  I was being lazy and really didn't want to get up to get a book, but I knew I had to.  I was writing down our assignment, preparing myself to stand up and go get a book.  Then, Penelope brought me a book and went back to get another one for herself.  That is something so small.  I saw God through her today.  Another small situation this week when I saw God was on Monday afternoon walking to the gym for volleyball in 8th period.  Kat and I were walking behind a guy (maybe a year or two older than us) into the gym.  He was about to walk in the door before us, and we were about to reach for the door handle.  He saw us and stopped.  He opened the door and held it open for us.  Some people could say that's just being polite and nice.  Maybe so, but I saw God through him that day.  I don't even know who he is.  I hope that I can be the place were someone who doesn't even know me sees God.  Did that statement even make sense??  I hope so.  So, that's my life.