Metallurgy hurts your hands

Jun 01, 2007 07:41

I'm moving. Or rather, I have moved out of the place in Gloucester and partially into the place in Beverly. I really wanted the big room, but I see BJ's point about the size of beds, etc. If I were a less nice person, I'd have stuck it out and made a stink about it. Instead, i have decided to be mature about it and not let it get to me. If this is not the last word I say on the matter, smack me. Hard. It's okay, I can take it.

I have a "midterm" exam this morning. It's on Intermediate Greek and I'm really not worried. I'm not sure if I should be. I can do the translation, I know the majority of the vocabulary words, ad we've only had 3 lectures! What in the world could possibly make this 1 hour exam hard? I don't know. It confuses me when I see people study for things that I don't think are hard. I know, I annoying.

I don't know how I feel these days. I've been put through the ringer,and I feel like I'm still trying to recover a bit of myself from all of that. To that end, I've decided to pick up a sun up to sundown fast from foods. I'm not able to go several hours without liquid. Maybe that's something I can work on later. But right now, if I'm going to work well, I need to stay somewhat hydrated. Richard Foster said that fasting, more than any other discipline, reveals where are hearts/treasure, security/peace, and service actually lie: with the LORD or with our stomachs/appetites. I'm afraid that too recently I've been living a life of snacking on the world rather than feasting on the LORD. I want the second part to be real. i'm tired of abstraction.

This much, LORD, I want thee.....
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me a sinner.
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