Transition

It's a time of transition -- the semester is almost over for me. There's a great push to work hard, and then there will be a period of rest before the craziness begins again.

I'm up early this morning; not sure if the cat woke me up or if I woke the cat up, kicking her. So between the cat on the bed and me hearing voices in the hall (my youngest wet the bed), there's a lot going on. I've already done a load of laundry this morning! It's snowing, and the kids have been praying all week for a snow day (to augment their praying, they've also been wearing the clothes inside out and backwards -- some legend they learned at school -- I don't remember doing that when I was a kid, but that was a long time ago). I'm about to get on the school board's website and see if there is a delay or no school at all. My school won't be canceled, of course, since most of the students and professors live on campus, but I may not drive over. We'll see. Would be nice to get an early start on my weekend. I'm still celebrating though cuz I got an A on my most recently-preached sermon (in class, obviously) and my professor said some really nice things. I was so hoping he would enjoy it. It's great when professors love their job; I really had the sense of wanting to preach something for him, to thank him for what he's taught us all semester.

Things at home are tense and have been since Thanksgiving. These "family times" (a.k.a. holidays) get us arguing over where we will go -- to who's parents' house -- our house is small for entertaining and one set of parents has never visited us in this house since we've lived here. We joke that the road only goes one way.... There have been other stressors as well, extended family health issues, etc., so we're not all in a "happy place."

But while we felt in full crisis mode last week, this week feels more like coping mode. This feels like yet another hurdle we can jump (have jumped? are in the process of jumping?). So we hang in there, pray, rely on friends and others to get us through, and hunker down and keep on about the business of living daily. Time does heal a lot of wounds. Who knows how healed we'll feel by Christmas?