Everything happens for a reason

Today is a good day. This past week I have been really stressed out over some things that really don't matter. I have been trying to not let the pettiness of other people get me down, but for a while there I was failing horribly. Even though I felt that I was doing what was right by me and by God, the unwarranted accusations of others were still weighing heavily on my mind. Then last night things happened that have made all the difference. I had a choice last night. I could have chosen to go to a bon fire and goof off with a bunch of people. While this would have undoubtedly been a blast, I was not feeling very well. I had had a migraine. I chose instead to stay at the apartments and spend time with someone I care about and his roommates. We decided to watch the movie 'Taken" with Lliam Nieson. Now anyone who has ever heard me speak about Lliam Nieson before knows that I have a soft spot in my heart for him since he looks so much like my Father. His role in 'Taken' makes him seem even more like my Father. Watching this movie caused me to think. My Father taught me to not care about what other people say or think. Who are they to be saying such things anyways? You do what you feel you need to do and hang what other people say. Some how this movie has connected me to what my Father has taught me my whole life, and that I don't need anyone to tell me what to do or who to be. I can make those decisions on my own, and since my Father is who he is, I will ALWAYS have him, and lots of other people, both living and dead;standing behind me and supporting me, whatever my decisions are! Also the song 'I'd come for you' by Nickleback has been in my head since watching this movie and that song is really all about mine and my Fathers relationship.
While I'm sure I missed out on a great night at a bon fire with some awesome people, I find that I had an even better night sitting at home (or Williams apartment) and spending time with some awesome people and a movie, and remembering my Father and the lessons he has taught me. I find this oddly fitting since its August and later this month will mark four years since he passed away.