Moving onwards

Today was the last day of classes (after 20 years of my life!).  It's a bitter sweet day.  I'll definitely miss going to classes, soaking up information.... but I'm excited for a new pace of life.  Working 40-50hr weeks, work stays at work.  Nights and weekends will be my play time :).  But work is going to be a laaaaarge chunk of my life, 50 hrs/week devoted to my job.  Difficult to fathom. 

How do I feel?  Scared.  I'm moving on from the student life.  It means, going into unknown territory.  I've known nothing but the student life (as long as I can remember in my existence).  And this is scary.

How will I relate to undergrads?  I think these past two years, I could still relate through school, classes, and studying late nights.  I saw them on campus, I ate with them on campus.  But I'll no longer be able to do that when I go to externship at UIC.  It will be different.  It may be hard.

There was a time when I thought I could be in undergrad ministry for...ever.  :)  But I guess I can kind of understand now, why that might be hard to do.   And that yes, it takes a calling.

Maybe now that I don't have to read for school, I can read for fun.  That sounds exciting.  There is a sci-fi book I've been wanting to read.  The Hunger Games.  Might start on that soon.

Anyways, God has good timing.  Bringing up deep issues, that I thought were done and over with - to refine me at a deeper level.  Heart surgery is painful.  And it was not without many tears, grieving.  And ironically, it was at the Oticon camp that one of the audiologists said, "Grief is the death of a dream".  Funny how God speaks through the most unexpected moments through unexpected people.