Through The Mire

Shedding My Skin | January 22, 2012

Week two is coming to a close and I feel pretty confident (by God’s grace alone). There have been a couple of late nights on account of all the reading I left to the last minute (oops) but overall I think I’ll survive until the end of the month at least.

I’m finding it hard this week to adjust to being around so many people. I think I’m fighting the urge to completely hole up in my room at the end of everyday and not even come out for dinner. It isn’t that I don’t LIKE any of the people I’ve met. I do. I’m just used to spending a lot of time on my own or with children so it is going to take a lot of adjusting. There is a healthy balance between fellowship and time to process and I need to pray about what that might be. I also have found myself in a bit of a fog the past few days. I don’t know if it’s depression or what. I have no idea where it has come from but I’m praying through that too. It makes it hard to focus sometimes.

I finally have heat in my room (long story) and with that comes flaky skin. The kind I don’t remember ever experiencing when I lived in the mid-west before. I guess my skin just got used to all the moisture of the Pacific Northwest and it is grieving the loss. I have enough lotion to get me by for awhile, though I feel like I’m putting it on like a sweater every day. Not even the pharmaceutical grade is cutting it for more than an hour.

On a better note I’m learning a ton and it’s hard to find time to process it all. My brain feels like it’s going to explode most of the time. It’s a good problem to have I suppose. I’m learning about the Amorites and the Canaanites which I’m still new in the stages of research. I’m also working on a paper about fasting. Not only will I need to write about it but I will need to practice it as well. Lots to pray about there so stay tuned for some intense blogs ahead

I still haven’t found a job. While I’m really tempted to be anxious and to freak out about the impending doom of bills God is reminding me that he didn’t send me to Chicago to go back to my stupid self-sufficient ways. And here I thought I was over that. Ahh the root of that sin is deep!

Thank you again and again to everyone who has been praying for me and who have been a blessing and a help. It’s still hard to ask for help even though no one tells me off when I do. Silly girl…

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