one of the main reasons i am so terrified of this summer is because i am afraid i am never going to get a chance to unwind. i am going to place where i know no one and it takes effort to make relationships. i am going to have to be the fun, perky shelley. am i ever going to get a break? i have to led campers on hikes in the mountains of colorado and then come back and be example to them of jesus and his merciful love. what if i get irritable? no, i know i will get irritable and i know a breakdown will come at some point. what if i simply dont have what it takes to do it this summer? i am wrestling constantly with these fears.
also--can i just say I HATE FINALS TIME. not that i am particularly stressed out, because lets face it i dont have the most difficult major in the world, but the fact that everyone else is overwhelmed and busy. i just want to hang out, waste the rest of the money on my meal plan, spend hours laughing, and forget about this thing called classes. i hate that everyone is done with finals at a different time and leaving at different times. i want a final goodbye. these friends are my family in blacksburg and i will miss them so much.
i am currently trying to dwell on the words of this beautiful song:
Worthy is the, Lamb who was slain
Holy, Holy, is He
Sing a new song, to him who sits on
Heaven's mercy seat
Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come
With all creation I sing
Praise to the King of Kings
You are my everything
And I will adore You
Clothed in rainbows, of living color
Flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder
Blessing and honor, strength and glory and power be
to You the only wise King
Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come
With all creation I sing
Praise to the King of Kings
You are my everything
And I will adore You
Filled with wonder, awestruck wonder
At the mention of your name
Jesus your name is power
Breath, and living water
Such a marvelous mystery
Yeah...
Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come, yeah
With all creation I sing
Praise to the King of Kings
You are my everything
And I will adore You
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