That was his total reaction.

I’ve had a lot of frustrations, most of which came from a single person, one who I vow to hate as to avoid any feelings of sadness or loneliness. Perhaps this is why I am in this mood.

I’m not as happy as I was last week, but I’m not as down as I was two weeks ago.

I feel ambivalent, apathetic, like I’m floating from my room to class to McConn to class to McConn. I’m lukewarm. Not strikingly successful, but not a failure. I’ve had wins and losses this week: nothing has upset me, but nothing has excited me.

What’s up with you, self? Why are you acting this way?

God’s been teaching me about Grace, and how it doesn’t rely on any merit system. It’s free for everyone. I wonder if Love isn’t the only thing that lacks a price tag. Maybe Grace is the same way.

Last year I was so far from God. I pushed him out, I reluctantly prayed and begrudgingly read the Word. I didn’t care one way or another. I sought after my own desires, and honestly, my life reflected it. I wasn’t happy. I had hope, but I wasn’t happy.

This year I am again having a hard time seeking God. I try, but I don’t try very hard. I read my Bible when I feel like it, pray when it comes natural. But my life is awesome. I love my friends, I love what I’m learning and I love my job. My self-esteem has skyrocketed.

I would have found irony here. I would have. I would have said that’s the devil out to trick me, that he’s just making it seem like my life is good, but it’s really not because it’s not full of the fire of God.

But that’s not the point. I cannot earn good days. God is no subject to karma.

Grace says that my good days are gifts from God and my bad days are too. They’re gifts, not punishments or illusions.

This is rough, but I got to keep chugging – not as a way to earn more good days, but to remember who those days came from.