Saturday Night and Starbucks.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

There's just something about sitting at my local Starbucks, iced tea in hand, on a Saturday night that makes me feel good.

I somehow made it through this hellish week - and I owe the fact that I am alive and still functioning right now all to God, cause He really pulled through this week, like he always does. He provided me with so much strength, focus, and restful nights (despite the short sleeping hours) that all together helped me push through this last big week of the semester.

Granted, I still have one more week of class and one killer week of finals before I can really say I'm done, but this week that is ending tonight was jammed full of absolutely everything and anything that could possible happen.

Research Paper
Aya Sophia Presentation
Greek Vocabulary Quiz (369 terms. BUT, we are only tested on 10...)
Final Project Paper
New Testament Exam
New Testamant Paper
RA Interviews/Group Processing
Fire Evacuation (which ended with me writing my paper in the gym, then the B1 lounge till 1am)
Pickle Tree Lighting
Christmas Dinner (and a ridiculous wait in line)

Throw on top of that the usual normal homework load and I was really feeling the weight on my shoulders this week. Not to mention the week after Thanksgiving break is always slow...trying to get back into the swing of things and remember to give it my all this final push before the end of the semester.

It's so close, I can almost taste it. Literally, I have 5 more days of class, 5 finals, and then I am DONE at Westmont till junior year. Weird? Yes. Really weird. And in 35 short days, I am boarding a plane and flying myself to a foreign country that doesn't speak English for 4 months, and most likely the adventure of a lifetime. happening.

I don't understand where or when I "grew up," but the days of high school, and basically my childhood are behind me. I never thought come my sophomore year of college I would be studying abroad in Istanbul, Turkey - but here I am...finishing up the last minute details and getting ready to do this. Is it weird that I still am in a bit of disbelief about all of it? Because I am. And I'm not sure I'm going to grasp the whole feel of it until I step off that plane onto Turkish ground and see everything in person.

I am so blessed to have this opportunity.

Not just to go abroad for a semester in the Middle East, but to attend an amazing school like Westmont and be able to pursue my higher education here. Everyday I see new blessings this school has given me, and I can't thank God enough for that one day my senior year when I received my rejection letter from Boston College that led to my decision to come to Westmont. I guess my second choice wasn't too terrible after all.

It's funny how things work like that, but remembering that my idea of how my life will turn out usually isn't how God has planned it out, so when little surprises and roadblocks that happen, I need to remember that, in the wise words of Relient K, the end will justify the pain it took to get us here. From all the heartbreak in my life so far, there have been an abundance of blessings that outweigh them. And right there with me, the entire time, holding my hand through everything, the good and the bad, has been God. And he's not going to leave any time soon.

So as I embark on the "final stretch" I remember how much I've been through, but I also remember the faithfulness of God that has come through so many times before. May this serve as a reminder to you as well.

"I lift my eyes up to the mountain, where does my help comes from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth."

Respectfully submitted,


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