I hit my breaking point Sunday night, kneeling beside my desk, ironing my homework. Disregard the 'why?'. Just know that I was, in fact, pressing my homework flat with a hot iron - that's the kind of crazy this final's week has thrown my way.
Walking around campus this weekend, and even this morning (it's not even 8 am on a Monday and already dozens of people are up), I've seen mirrored images of myself in the faces of those passing by. We're frazzled: our hair tossed into careless pony tails, or sitting wonky on half our heads from just climbing out of bed. We're tired: you can see the dark circles around our eyes, a phenomenon I never believed to be true until this week. We're stressed: shoulders sit high and breaths are short. We're liable to snap at any moment: don't ask me about this one, it was an ugly scene.
We aren't focused: where is the Peace the Lord brings?
Fellow students, I know how you're feeling this week. Finals have us all up to our eyes in studying, and soaked in our own bitter tears. But take heart, there is an end to this. Always remember, we aren't here to seek a grade or to get a gold star from our professors - our worth and value in this world lies in the hands of One much greater.
He knit us together in the womb, he knows the number of the tangled strands of hair on our heads, he promised to walk us through flood and fire, and he is the Prince of Peace.
Take a deep breath, and remember all the Lord has done.
Many Prayers,
Bekah S.
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