Guys...I got a story to tell....

I rarely ever have testimonies that I care to share with others because the things I go through are so freaking extreme that I wouldn't want to burden others with it. However, this is something that I feel pressed to share.
Last week was hell. Like, almost literally. I cried a lot, I was really sad and stressed and I just wanted to run away from my life. And then last Sabbath, I went to church and got to fellowship with friends and I felt better. I felt more like my usual bubbly and laughing self. And when this past week started, I felt like I would just get sad again but it never happened. In fact, I just kept getting happier. Things with school were looking up, great opportunities kept popping up, my personal life was smooth sailing, I wasn't beefing with my dad. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. And then, the Sabbath came.
Let me just explain to you guys what a douchebag the devil is. I woke up on Sabbath morning, had my clothes prepared early and everything. The hook and eye on my skirt broke so I had to find something else to wear and iron it. The water in my shower took a good half an hour to get warm. If that weren't enough, the temperature in NYC was wildin' for respect so I needed a coat, yet somehow, every coat I own mysteriously went missing. At that point, I was a good hour late and had lost all patience. I was so close to just undressing and getting back into bed but I told myself that I had to go to church because one, the devil so clearly didn't want me to and two, I had to go and thank God for allowing me to have such a great week, for me feeling better and for His many blessings, both seen and unseen. But for those of you who don't know, the devil is a persistent sucker. As I was walking out the door, my stockings caught on something and ripped. Then my cabdriver stopped to put gas in the car after picking me up. Then decides to hold me up further so he can give me his number (smh). All of these little things that kept happening were just signs that God had an amazing blessing for me in church and the devil would do anything to stop me from getting there. And wouldn't you know it, I was right.
Not only did I have a great day in church and not only did I get to fellowship with good friends. I got to have genuine fun, all while praising God. I wish it was something that I could explain but I can't. The Sabbath was made for man and not man for the Sabbath. And I feel like if more people understood that and what it meant, they would be so much happier in their lives. I know I am.