The first half of this summer felt like it was dragging its fat feet. It was my first time in a 8-5 job with packing a lunch (well, okay, my mom packed some of them) and waking up early on a consistent basis and having to learn how to do professional journalism. It was a challenge. And my company was my mom and sister, two friends, and Friday Night Lights.
All of those things are good, but it was a long six weeks without all the people I was so close to throughout college, and being thrown into a grownup job. After only being in 20 hours of class and work last semester, having a lot on my plate was an experience I was a bit rusty at.
Then my boyfriend came back to America, I reconvened with all my closest friends for a wedding, and I finally got the hang of work. And time started to fly. Looking at my schedule, I only have 4 more days in the office before going on a family vacation, then I have to be at my new job the day after I get home.
But with all the refreshing breaths of air came some kind of urgency, a need to wrap everything up, and time started to move way too fast. I've enjoyed learning how to be an adult but I've spent so much time this summer looking forward to the future that I didn't see the beauty in where I was.
Time, as it does, slips away when you need it to stick around.
My to-do list seems colossal. Each item has tons of sub-items. Raising support requires me to make phone calls. Packing requires organizing.
I know I'll get settled into my new job in College Station (Grace college, I'm coming for you). I know my room will get put together. I know my support will come in. But none of this is in my hands. It's all Christ, or it's nothing.
But as my friend Lecrae said, with Christ, "there ain't nothin' I can't do."
