Alright pals.
Here are a few resources to help you reflect on this year and plan for the coming year.
What a strange feeling it is, to sit in a place you love and know that all of your life makes sense on paper, but to feel so strangely out of place or out of sorts, adrift and at sea. This feeling can mean a few things for me. It can mean I have something I need to grieve, something I haven’t processed, or a dream that I am gripping a little too tight that’s causing me to subconsciously withdrawal from Jesus.
But sometimes it’s just that I miss my friend, Jesus. I wish He was here with me. I wish I didn’t let stupid things crowd Him out.
I woke up this morning feeling it in every part of my body. The stress starts in the pit of my stomach and bubbles up through my vertebrae, infecting my muscles.
I honestly couldn’t tell you what I am stressed about. Work has been busy, there are tasks unfinished with immovable deadlines, there are so many tops spinning that one is going to fall on my watch, but honestly – I’m no stranger (and some might say I even enjoy) the chaos of this kind of work. I’m behind on projects desperately important to me (stay tuned for grief videos!), but agin, that’s nothing new.
I laid in bed last night and tried to open my heart to Him. I tried to tell Him what I was feeling and articulate what I was longing for or aching for but there was just this sadness. Â A weariness. Â So I closed my eyes and went to sleep banking on new mercies.
And here they are to meet me. Â Not in the way I would prefer, which is waking up feeling good and clear and excited about the week ahead.
I am writing my Thesis. Right now. Â Well. Â Not this second, but I was a few seconds ago, and I will be again in a few more seconds. But I’m taking this moment, to use words to help me remember to breathe and rest and not waste these last few days before I’ll hit send and wrap up my stint as a Masters student.