even still, there is great hope

Feeling musey again, but not much to say. I have to admit I’m feeling a little overwhelmed at this point. There are so many things to do, so many decisions to make, so much that requires money. Sometimes I think if I could just drop out and live somewhere in South America forever I just might. I can’t believe that the streets in heaven are paved with gold. I just don’t think we’ll care at that point.

I had forgotten how much time teaching and tutoring sucked out of my daily life. No time for TOT or brunchyness or Dr Who? … not even church last night because I was so drained and really just sick. Missing my community so much really reminds me how much I rely on them.

Well, this is finals week for Tom – he had two today, and will have one more on Thursday and another due Friday. The Farmers Market starts 19 May. My tutoring student’s ACT will be 9 June. My LSAT class’ test day is 11 June. I leave for Lima the very next day. Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like everything is happening just in time. Only that seems to give it a good connotation, and that’s not what I really feel at all. I feel rushed. I know, I asked for all of this myself.

In my driving time, I am currently contemplating what it means to have not been given a spirit of fear. I am recalling my lessons of peace. I am listing off baked goods that might sell well at the farmers market. I am praying for restoration for us all.