I know my articles up to this point have been pretty deep and spiritual, and while there is a lesson I learn in everything I do, I just wanted to share something...interesting...that happened to me over the weekend.

Friday night was Harvest Party at good ol' CBC. Lights were shining and balloons were hanging up all around the student center. Everyone was laughing and taking pictures and having a grand time. The theme was "murder mystery," so we were running around campus, finding people (or "suspects") to give us clues/alibies/etc. Yes, we found the killer, but little did I know that our poor victim wouldn't be the only thing to bite the dust that night.

After everything was wrapped up and everyone has taken their fair share of pictures, most of us went to a bonfire at a friend's house. It was cold outside, so we were all huddled around the fire, avoiding the embers the wind stirred up and blew in all directions. We were all laughing and having a good time, the music playing through the speakers was great...

But that's when it all started.

First, it was the hammock. Near the fire, there was a hammock suspended between two trees. You know, the kind made from cotton rope, perfect for a couple to lay on and gaze up at the sky romantically? Well, two of my friends were swinging on it and I thought I'd join them. It wasn't that big of a deal; I'd seen three people on it already--it obviously wasn't going to hurt anything.

So I hopped on. We were swinging, singing to the music...then another friend came along. He decided he wanted in on our fun, so he hopped on. No big deal, right? Right. The hammock was fine. We were still rocking smoothly.

Well, then enters friend #5. (Can you see where this is going?) He hops on next to me, and we're all just chatting away when--

Yup. You guessed it. Snap!

I can't even explain it to you. We were suddenly just on the ground. Stunned, dazed, hysterical...you had to have been there (if you were, you know what I'm talking about). It wasn't embarrassing, just hilarious; although I do feel bad for breaking my friend's hammock.

That's not even the worst of it. Oh yes, there's more.

So, once we had recovered from our fall and had managed to stop laughing about it, we went back to hanging around the fire, laughing with friends, making memories, yada yada yada.

Then, the next song started. I'm not going to tell you what it was, not because I'm ashamed of it, but because I still have some of my dignity and I'd like to keep it that way. Anyway, the song was lit, and so was I. I was hopping around, singing along, no doubt annoying the group I was with.

Well, long story short, the beat dropped. But it wasn't the only thing.

My head swung around as I tragically tried to dance, and when I came back around, my glasses weren't on my face. I stopped my jamming and let everyone know they fell off.

That's when I heard the words I'll probably never forget: "They fell in the fire."

Frantically, I looked in the fire, and sure enough, there they were. My glasses. Roasting like a marshmallow. Without thinking, I reached in and snatched them away, hoping, praying they would be okay.

I had no such luck. One half was fogged up, the other...well, the lens was missing, the frame went from an oval to a warped figure-8, and the temple was sticking up rather than out. (Don't worry, by the way. My vision isn't all that bad so it's not like I'm blind or anything!)

People were freaking out, asking to see them, recording and taking photos of them on Snapchat--meanwhile, I'm laughing my head off. Why, you ask? Because my glasses flew off into a fire and melted while I was dancing. I mean, who else gets to say that?

Some of you may be wondering why I decided to share this--some of you may have been there when all of this happened. It's because I want you to know, whatever happens, even if it's something as ridiculous as flinging your glasses into a bonfire or piling too many friends on a hammock and making it collapse, there's joy to be found. No matter what we face or how hard it gets, there's always something to be joyful in, and that's Jesus Christ. He will always be with us to give us joy. He knows how hard it is. And He's taught me that's it's better to take on life with a smile and be ready to laugh at yourself. Even as you watch your only pair of glasses melt