Surprise! I'm back
This past weekend was another one of the best this semester. (Is my syntax correct? Whatever. I'm going crazy and I don't care.)
I went to Chad and Kim's wedding. It was very overwhelming, both spiritually and emotionally. I think it's because: A) I knew Chad and Kim before they knew each other, B) Kim's only a year older than me (Sarah's age), and C) we stayed with Chad's brother Roger, his wife Cindy and their four children, pretty much the most amazing family in Pensacola. There were so many wonderful examples of true love and joy over the weekend. At one point during the rehearsal, I was getting so overwhelmed by everything that I had to go outside and get some fresh air. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it sure was too much for me to handle.
I know that I'm called to marriage, but I'm definitely not ready to think about it yet.
I think I'm going through a slump. My self-esteem has gotten pretty beat-up this semester... mostly in the classroom and at the Catholic Student Center. I don't think I'm depressed, although mental illness does run through my mother's family. At any rate, I think I'm going to talk to a councilor about my troubles soon. Maybe I'm just letting the little things get the best of me. Next semester's starting to look pretty good already. :)
I went to Chad and Kim's wedding. It was very overwhelming, both spiritually and emotionally. I think it's because: A) I knew Chad and Kim before they knew each other, B) Kim's only a year older than me (Sarah's age), and C) we stayed with Chad's brother Roger, his wife Cindy and their four children, pretty much the most amazing family in Pensacola. There were so many wonderful examples of true love and joy over the weekend. At one point during the rehearsal, I was getting so overwhelmed by everything that I had to go outside and get some fresh air. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it sure was too much for me to handle.
I know that I'm called to marriage, but I'm definitely not ready to think about it yet.
I think I'm going through a slump. My self-esteem has gotten pretty beat-up this semester... mostly in the classroom and at the Catholic Student Center. I don't think I'm depressed, although mental illness does run through my mother's family. At any rate, I think I'm going to talk to a councilor about my troubles soon. Maybe I'm just letting the little things get the best of me. Next semester's starting to look pretty good already. :)