I just had a moment where I realized that my 3,000 word paper isn't going to write itself. In that same moment I was both nervous and excited about the process that I know I am embarking on in my (seemingly) never ending journey with school. That moment made me think. Many years of practice, study, and guidance has brought me to a place in my life which I am able and willing to conquer an assignment such as a theology paper on Prolegomena, Revelation, Theology Proper, Providence, or Humanity...I get to choose.
Moments like these have been happening to me frequently as of late. Moments when I realize a bit of the meaning of past experiences in my life. Many life experiences have come and gone and left me wondering with expectation over what the purpose would be for going through so much. My life, like most people's, has been full of a great deal of good memories as well as a few not so good memories thrown in there for flavor.
Both the good and the bad have played a part in shaping me into the person I am today and in these moments I find myself in awe of the intricate careful hand of God on my life.
I am grateful, for the first time ever, for having experienced life as a student in a boarding school setting. Now that I am on staff at a boarding school, I appreciate the deeper level of understanding I naturally possess with the kids because of that experience. My compassion is greater, my patience is longer lasting, and I recognize the look of fear and excitement in their eyes only because I remember and can actually physically feel inside what their eyes subtly show. Moments of complete understanding and a caring spirit come from the gift of experience I would otherwise not have.
I'm thankful for these moments, moments that make up days, which meld into weeks, that eventually become years of memories, experiences, a life lived.
Moments like these have been happening to me frequently as of late. Moments when I realize a bit of the meaning of past experiences in my life. Many life experiences have come and gone and left me wondering with expectation over what the purpose would be for going through so much. My life, like most people's, has been full of a great deal of good memories as well as a few not so good memories thrown in there for flavor.
Both the good and the bad have played a part in shaping me into the person I am today and in these moments I find myself in awe of the intricate careful hand of God on my life.
I am grateful, for the first time ever, for having experienced life as a student in a boarding school setting. Now that I am on staff at a boarding school, I appreciate the deeper level of understanding I naturally possess with the kids because of that experience. My compassion is greater, my patience is longer lasting, and I recognize the look of fear and excitement in their eyes only because I remember and can actually physically feel inside what their eyes subtly show. Moments of complete understanding and a caring spirit come from the gift of experience I would otherwise not have.
I'm thankful for these moments, moments that make up days, which meld into weeks, that eventually become years of memories, experiences, a life lived.
