Silence and Noise
Alarm. 10am. I had set my alarm for 10am, thinking I’d surely wake before that, but sure enough it is only the sound of the alarm that wakes me from 10 hours of sound, dreamy, uninterrupted sleep. And when I wake my eyelids are so heavy, so ready to close again, I struggle to wake up. But I force myself awake and automatically lean over, open my laptop, and edit my papers and presentation that I have in a few hours, then go over my notes for the midterm that proceeds it. My stomach is positively aching with hunger by the time I’m done, so I retreat and make the most filling food I can think of, plus a smoothie to take with me to campus, meeting up with my presentation group.
I find myself in Psalm 34 before I head out the door:
I will extol the Lord at all times;
his praise will always be on my lips.
I will glory in the Lord;
let the afflicted hear and rejoice.
Glorify the Lord with me;
let us exalt his name together.
I will extol the Lord at all times.
My group members and I are presenting about different literary representations of the Holocaust. The research I’ve done for this project has been so hard hitting and affecting. I pray that the rest of my classmates were truly impacted by it too.
My midterm is all close readings and an essay. I happily and confidently write, energized and also excited that my last midterm before Thanksgiving and Reading Week is DONE.
I head home happily, having also received some encouraging and kind feedback about my cookbook.
Preparing for my house’s THANKSGIVING DINNER before heading out for a quick coffee catch up with my beautiful Daniella! Such a light in my life and in the lives of all those she meets.
After coffee, I come home to my beautiful roommates cooking up a storm in the kitchen, worship and praise music blasting and I immediately wanted to cry, looking around at four girls I call my best friends, my sisters, my little family.
We each contributed to a part of the meal: we had turkey, stuffing, butternut squash, mashed potatoes, salad, roasted peppers, pumpkin pie and ice cream and all the fixins. What a joy to cook and with and have fellowship with the girls; Beth’s last Thanksgiving before being a wife. Autumn’s last year of uni. The whole evening was laughs and de-stressing and just so wonderful.
Now about to tuck in for the night, I’m full, both of good food and love, of thankfulness for my beautiful friends and for Jesus’ provision in this house.
Thank-you, Lord Jesus, for grace I do not deserve. Thus, may it only be used for all that You very much DO deserve.