"Its about time" -or: "I'm fine!"Its about time that i figured out that things are gonna be ok
So these last two weeks have been incredible in so many ways- incredibly stressful, incredibly full, incredibly shocking, incredibly crazy. Last weekend i woke myself up at 6 am on saturday to worry that i was not getting enough sleep in order to accomplish and deal with everything that was standing between me and reading break. Now, its friday night and my stresses have dissipated, although through perhaps not my first choice in circumstances.
My mom told me not to worry so much last week, because sometimes God comes outta left field and changes everything up before you ever have to deal with all the "what ifs." Left field happened to be a huge dent in the right side of my truck on my birthday. Not my field of choice. But I am amazed at how its all working out, so i am determined not to go back to last week. The dent in my car is the new jump. I will not loose sleep over this, i will not worry about how i will get around, but offer it back to God and hope for a sacrificial ram like Abraham and Isaac (actually a Dodge Ram wouldn't be so bad....).
I am slowly learning this lesson. i don't think i have everything down pat- i have separation anxiety being away from Soxey and everytime i walk out to Northwest for my geography class or the gym for a workout and see parking spot #35 empty, my heart heaves a little sigh. But i have faith that God will take care of it, bring Soxey home or fill the spot with his goodness. Its about time i figured this all out- its been the constant lesson for the last few months.