Anxiety and Expectation

by evergreenovella

Three more days until the deep dive of the semester.

I am library-bound. Psyching myself up to face how much Hebrew I’ve forgotten over the past year (with no one but myself to blame). I feel the darkness of the wings closing in as the curtain of the semester threatens to pull back. The most satisfying classes are the ones that ask the most of me. I see that on the horizon for all of them.

My thoughts are jumbled with hope and tension. There is undeniable past Faithfulness to lean on, yet in my weakness I am as short-sighted as ever. I doubt my weakness and struggle to move not by my own strength. That daily miracle of sustaining Power is a mystery clouded to me like the February skies.

Advertisements