Whew. Just finished with the craziness that is the last week of the semester. I still have some things left to wrap up before the semester ends (two exams and a presentation), but I had two papers due yesterday that, having done them, makes the rest of the semester seem pretty light.
It's cold here again. Like, really cold. It's spent the last few days in the single digits. I'm slowly coming to realize that I don't really like the cold. Makes me miss Texas and the warm. If you dress to be outside, you'll be roasting when you get inside. If you dress to be inside, you'll freeze your butt off outside. It's not fair.
It's been quite the wild semester. I suppose that happens when most of what you think you know gets rocked and turned upside down almost to the very core. How thankful I am that God is a God who pursues, who doesn't let me go even when I want Him to. It's a wonderful reminder that even in the midst of my depravity I cannot escape His grace. Still, it sometimes makes me feel like my semester was a waste. Ministry was... well, it wasn't, I guess. That sort of thing happens when you're sinning, I suppose. I still don't really feel connected here, though there are a couple of people who are starting to change that. Part of me wonders what can be accomplished in the time I have left here. I mean, it's only 7 or 8 months, right? What could possibly be done in such a short time? It makes it easy for me to want to just go to class, come back, do my work, and play WarCraft with my roommate without really pursuing greater things.
And then there's what happens when I leave. What am I going to do? Where am I going to go? About the only thing I've decided is that I don't want to stay here and do this any longer than I have to. It's hard when nothing is overly inspiring. It seems any choice would be mostly externally motivated. Go to work to make money. Go overseas because it's what we're "supposed" to want. I guess this is where that whole waiting thing comes in, huh?
I've been noticing recently, and have been told by a couple of people, that I have an unusual amount of persistance and patience in pursuing people. People have a lot going on underneath, and I love being able to get in and dig it out. I've had a number of good conversations recently, and it's been so wonderful.
I've found myself thinking in new ways, ways I haven't thought in since the summer. It's refreshing. About as refreshing as Crowder's new CD.
I think that's all for now.
