one more whirl
by Jeni
I bought my last semester's worth of books yesterday. No longer does the amount make me sad; I know it's coming, it's an investment (and I'm starting to save my receipts to claim my professional books as a professional expense on my taxes). I've been here for so long that it's hard to imagine graduating and leaving. Four more months. Wow.
Everyone around these parts knows that classes start next week. This 5-week lull of mine will be a distant memory when I step into weeks for which I am committed to doing something for 50+ hours, oh and then there's studying.
Most seniors know that in two weeks we will receive a little envelope that will tell us where we will go and what we will do for the next 3-5+ years. Then comes synod assignments, then possible interviews and calls... My mantra has been and hopefully will remain: "I want to bloom where I'm planted." Naive, perhaps, but I'm choosing hopeful over cynical, knowing that God, as well as faithful hands, hearts and minds are in the process. (insert deep breath/sigh, here)
But now, in these waning days of break between J-term and Spring Semester (or, for me, between Fall Semester and Spring Semester), we wait for what comes next. Last night I attended worship at Mt. Olive Lutheran Church for the Presentation of our Lord liturgy. It was peaceful and wonderful. The preacher told about how Simeon must have waited and waited for this child Jesus, and, upon seeing him, could stop waiting. I'm not sure that we will sing Nunc Dimittis, but we will (or we hope to) go out in peace.
Bring it on.
Everyone around these parts knows that classes start next week. This 5-week lull of mine will be a distant memory when I step into weeks for which I am committed to doing something for 50+ hours, oh and then there's studying.
Most seniors know that in two weeks we will receive a little envelope that will tell us where we will go and what we will do for the next 3-5+ years. Then comes synod assignments, then possible interviews and calls... My mantra has been and hopefully will remain: "I want to bloom where I'm planted." Naive, perhaps, but I'm choosing hopeful over cynical, knowing that God, as well as faithful hands, hearts and minds are in the process. (insert deep breath/sigh, here)
But now, in these waning days of break between J-term and Spring Semester (or, for me, between Fall Semester and Spring Semester), we wait for what comes next. Last night I attended worship at Mt. Olive Lutheran Church for the Presentation of our Lord liturgy. It was peaceful and wonderful. The preacher told about how Simeon must have waited and waited for this child Jesus, and, upon seeing him, could stop waiting. I'm not sure that we will sing Nunc Dimittis, but we will (or we hope to) go out in peace.
Bring it on.
posted by Jeni at 12:42 PM
3 Comments:
Oh, I love this post, Jeni! It makes me step outside myself (internship, internship, internship, ...wha?...). Keep the breathing deep and the hope alive. Boy, some lucky place is gonna get you!
Laura: cherish where you are; it will be what moves you through the next few years. Internship, internship, internship...keep up the rockin' work.
Thanks for the post, and for boldly choosing optimism. It feels like fresh air and led me to consider taking off my mask/cynicism tank combo unit. Laura is absolutely right, though her use of the pronoun "boy" seems disrespectful to a woman such as yourself who is clearly post-puberty.
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