|A sketch I made that morning.|
Sitting in Prince Street Cafe, sipping a cappuccino and munching on a blueberry muffin, watching as the sun gradually warms the frigid cement sidewalk outside– life is good. The day after I finished my week long extravaganza of exams, I woke up early and motored into Lancaster. I wanted the first sweet, sweet moments of my freed existence to be accompanied by the fresh urban setting. All anxiety had fallen off my shoulders, and I felt like I could breath again. Just me and my journal, no homework; this was the way to start a new semester.
The coming week held so much potential for better note taking and improved focus. Just as working adults compile New Year’s resolutions, high school students establish New Semester intentions– mine are to memorize things when they are assigned and write down more.
Although, there was an astounding amount of stress, the Lord did take care of me. Neither would I have gotten out of bed, nor would I have studied and taken the exams if it weren’t for God’s gentle and comforting but firm hand each morning. In my journal, I wrote down a couple of scripture passages that were encouraging to me. Every day I went back to them to remind me of who I was and who God was. One was Psalm 18. Scribbled on little owl post-it by my desk are the words:
“You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. With your help I can advance against a troop; with my God I can scale a wall.” ~ Psalm 18:28-29