Are We There Yet?
Right now I feel like an eight year old on a road trip,
repeatedly asking, “Are we there yet?” I’m exhausted. I want to reach the
destination. It feels like I’ve been on this journey forever. Is there any
trail mix left? Oh, wait, I already ate the chocolate out of it. That’s how I
feel about this semester. All the fun is gone, and it’s driving me nuts.
The past two semesters have drained me. I’m loving life more
than ever, but I’m tired. I want the single piece of paper that represents
hours upon hours working on countless papers, projects, and assignments. But
since I didn’t work as hard as I should have my first few years of college, I
still have three semesters after this one.
Giving up this close to the end of the semester is easy (I
think we’ve all done it). We worked hard, we deserve a break, and we want it
now, right? Wrong. Paul wrote encouraging letters from prison. The least I can
do is write a feature article on women agricultural producers in the top three percent
of farm sales. God put Paul exactly where he needed to be, and God put me where
I am for a reason.
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