i love
i love it all.
i love my classes and the readings that are sometimes so intresting that i show them to my roommate
i love my professors who pull me to edge of my chair with the way they spin stories and explain history and prepare me for life
i love coming home to 305,
to ray lamontagne and dark chocolate and curling up on my bed for a rest when i just can't go any longer
i love living with curly, blonde-haired emily,
for the pan of brownies she always has sitting on the counter-top,
for our midnight tedashii jams,
and the everything we share.
i love swimming faster than i knew i could,
and being so pleasantly surprised by the open & kind community found there,
in the deep crystal water, smith center.
i love the busyness and the rushing
towards some purpose i'm still working out.
i love all this knowledge filling me up
and the way it makes life living look differently.
i love listening to these women.
i love their stories and i love seeing the certain way they smile as something true
all the sudden becomes real to them.
i love jumping onto bed, completely exhausted,
savoring those peaceful moments when i lie still,
not wanting to fall asleep quite yet because the doing nothing feels so very nice.
i love this community
and the friends who know me. really know me.
i love the hundreds of ways god throws ministry opportunities at my open hands,
and i love that there are more girls to have coffee dates with than i have time.
i love my church,
and i love my quiet time,
at that round table next to the window where the sunshine pours in.
i love how much i'm growing,
so much so.
i love these lessons, even (especially) the painful ones.
blessed. grace.
and i won't forget how,
this is the week i
had an emotional break-down in russian class and in professor valente's office,
made a 60 on the quiz and 66 on the test,
very nearly drowned at my first swim practice,
when i realized
i have no. idea what i am doing.
got locked in the stairwell of the ijm building, on the 14th floor.
i learned where not to try to take shortcuts, and that sometimes
doors lock behind you.
so many new challenges and this week
isn't even over yet.
i love my classes and the readings that are sometimes so intresting that i show them to my roommate
i love my professors who pull me to edge of my chair with the way they spin stories and explain history and prepare me for life
i love coming home to 305,
to ray lamontagne and dark chocolate and curling up on my bed for a rest when i just can't go any longer
i love living with curly, blonde-haired emily,
for the pan of brownies she always has sitting on the counter-top,
for our midnight tedashii jams,
and the everything we share.
i love swimming faster than i knew i could,
and being so pleasantly surprised by the open & kind community found there,
in the deep crystal water, smith center.
i love the busyness and the rushing
towards some purpose i'm still working out.
i love all this knowledge filling me up
and the way it makes life living look differently.
i love listening to these women.
i love their stories and i love seeing the certain way they smile as something true
all the sudden becomes real to them.
i love jumping onto bed, completely exhausted,
savoring those peaceful moments when i lie still,
not wanting to fall asleep quite yet because the doing nothing feels so very nice.
i love this community
and the friends who know me. really know me.
i love the hundreds of ways god throws ministry opportunities at my open hands,
and i love that there are more girls to have coffee dates with than i have time.
i love my church,
and i love my quiet time,
at that round table next to the window where the sunshine pours in.
i love how much i'm growing,
so much so.
i love these lessons, even (especially) the painful ones.
blessed. grace.
and i won't forget how,
this is the week i
had an emotional break-down in russian class and in professor valente's office,
made a 60 on the quiz and 66 on the test,
very nearly drowned at my first swim practice,
when i realized
i have no. idea what i am doing.
got locked in the stairwell of the ijm building, on the 14th floor.
i learned where not to try to take shortcuts, and that sometimes
doors lock behind you.
so many new challenges and this week
isn't even over yet.
thanks for reminding me to see the gifts!
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