I'm starting to drag. I rode the wave of grace that flowed through the past two weeks, marvelling at the miracles God can work when you try your hardest, but leave the rest up to Him. Yet now I feel myself being pulled by the undertows of the world. They pull at my whole self; my shoulders sag a little lower, my neck feels like a noodle holding up my head, and my eyelids struggle under the weight of coins placed there by ancient Greeks who have left me for dead.
I only had to worry about things at St. Paul's in the past two weeks, but the reality of being a full-time student has really hit me. It's the second week of class and I'm already behind. I have made a lot of commitments, but there isn't a single one I haven't entered into prayerfully and thoughtfully.
This IS my reality. This IS real life. It doesn't wait until you graduate to find you; we're living life right now. And I do believe I'm living it to its fullest. I might be busy, but I find my quiet time with God in the mornings, and in the moments when I can just sit in silence with good friends. If I didn't have the person of Jesus Christ to lean on, I would be an exhausted, emotionally empty woman.
Don't you ever underestimate my Savior.
