Today is the last day of classes before Thanksgiving break and I am very excited. During the break I am going to rest and hang out with my family and friends, but my main goal is to get caught up on all the work I need to do before I can concentrate on finals. I turned in my semi-complete autobiography on Wednesday, so now all I have left in American Autobiographies is the final, which should not be too bad. In Linguistics I have an interview/report and a research paper to finish over the Thanksgiving break. I am not looking forward to either assignment, but after they are completed all that is left is the final. In Content Area Literacy we have another major lesson plan due the Monday after Thanksgiving and a few other small assignments before the final. As I have said many times, education classes are primarily a lot of worthless, tedious busywork. My only other class is Methods of Research, which I have decided to take an incomplete in so that I have the holidays as well as next semester to wrap up all of my major projects. This situation has me torn because I would love nothing more than to have no loose ends going into next semester, but I also don't want to rush to finish these projects because I would be in the library all day and night, never to see the sun again! Anyway, it feels good to put all of this down somewhere where I can see it. Somehow I think it keeps me more accountable to myself. I really do not want to do any of this work, but having it looming over my head...or rather in front of my head...on the screen motivates me (a little).
Today I went to hear my friend Eric speak in chapel and I was truly blessed and moved by his testimony. (Brief synopsis: Eric was the husband of one of my best friends, Angela. She passed away last December from Glioblastoma Multiforme-- a rare form of brain cancer.) He spoke about his faith and how it has grown since this time last year. He spoke about Angela and her incredible faith, that was always such a witness to me. Hearing him speak really put some issues in my life into perspective, and I thought his testimony was perfectly placed right before Thanksgiving because it made me realize how very, very much I have to be thankful for. Even though Angela went through so much during her sickness, she never complained and she never lost her trust in the Lord or her joy. That speaks volumes to me every time I think of her and Eric. I am so glad that he spoke this morning, and I am so thankful that I went and listened. I know that Angela would be so proud that he continues to tell their story, sharing their faith and love for God with others. In October of last year, they both came to speak/sing in chapel; Angela sang "If you want me to" by Ginny Owens. Today, as Eric read the lyrics to that song, I could see her where she had stood a year before, wearing a blue bandana, singing those words with the truest hope and faith. Though the memory of her standing there came to me so vividly as if it were just yesterday, and though it made me miss her even more, I had a sense of joy in my heart even though I had tears in my eyes. She was there today, her spirit in full-force. Filling me with the same joy she did every time I would see her, reassuring me that God is an ever-faithful God and that she is right where she wants to be, right where she is needed, at His right hand, praising Him for all eternity.
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