Relating with Mr. Lewis
So I'm killing a little time before I finish getting ready for church with an update on me ever so exciting life. Be forewarned, this is a little sappy because I'm feeling a little sappy.
A professor who has known me for years stopped me the other day. She told me that every morning she passes me on the way to class, and I'm just smiling and happy. She contributed it to being used to mornings. I was kind of shocked because I hadn't realized. My thoughts on the matter kind of spawned this post.
I have friends who have gone far and wide for graduate school and life. Facebook will probably be the extent of my interaction with some of them from this point forward. I hear them talking about their grad schools and how much they miss Johnson City and Milligan. I hear them talking about how hard it is and how much they dislike it. I hear them talking about loneliness and fear. I hear them, and I am so grateful. Don't get me wrong, I'm really sorry for them and what they're going through. But I'm really glad it isn't me. I love graduate school, much more than undergrad. I get along with my classmates. I've already managed to befriend the wierdest person in class, who is one of those genuinely sweet but utterly misunderstood people. I have great professors who actually like teaching and like what they're teaching. Beyond all that, beyond the *now*, I can honestly say that occupational therapy is as close to a perfect field for me as I can find.
I can't believe how unimaginably blessed I am. I keep trying to figure out what I did to deserve it, and I realize that I haven't done a single thing to deserve it. I just kind of stumbled onto OT. I think, all along, God knew where I should be and kept subtly pushing me in that direction. Not only that, He closed the door to other OT programs, so I ended up at this one. I am perpetually bewildered by how good He is to me. For the first time in a long time, I'm genuinely and truly at peace. I really can't explain the way I feel when I think about all of this. It's more than happiness. It's more than bubbly feelings. I think I understand what C.S. Lewis meant when he coined the phrase, "surprised by joy."