So, it is now safe to say that the semester is over. HAL.LE.LU.JAH. I’m not sure I made it out alive…oh, I know. The Lord. 15 more hours down. Pretty sure that will never happen again considering I’m in my final classes (even though I now have 3 semesters left instead of two) BUT it will be okay, and I’ll live. This semester was super good but next semester 12 hours will be more manageable, even though I’m tempted to busy myself again. I noticed though, busying myself has become a habit and there were some reasonings behind it. The Lord has been by my side the whole time even though I’ve sort of pushed Him aside in my “I’m too busy” or “too tired(s)” this is not acceptable, I know. I feel sometimes as humans we tend to tell ourselves we can do it on our own, which in turn leaves our hearts empty and Spirit dry, this is how I have felt the last couple of weeks of school. In regrets of my actions and wall I have put up, I can not do these daily struggles or daily life on my own. I am a very independent person and it sometimes gets to my head. Through Step Studies I’ve learned how I deal with things and that is by not dealing with them. Because I am passive and NOT confrontational I just push things to the back and distract myself. I’m not being hard on myself, I just know what my struggles are and I’m learning to deal with them and to be confrontational. And honestly, as odd as it may be, my major has taught me a lot in confrontation and also specific people in my life have pushed me to my limits to be that and that it is completely alright to be open and opinionative. These things are wonderful.
For these friends I am thankful.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and the first week of being out of school has gone by super slow and I am sooooo glad for that. I will be going to my aunts (Mom’s family) to the far away (not far at all) land of Kennedale where we will be attending church in downtown Fort Worth as we have done every year since I was a wee one. Waking up Christmas day to trek back to North Texas to see my Dad’s family in Frisco. Then off to Kendra’s grandparents to spend the evening with them. And then another Christmas dinner on Sunday. Needless to say, I won’t be able to eat for weeks. I so look forward to this time with family and can not wait to celebrate the One whom I love and is Love.
Merry Christmas!!
