I've been checking about every half hour since after lunch for my second midterm scores on my stats test. I've got half the grade, but not the one that matters. I was really hoping it would be posted today. It's kept my mind in the fog, because I am really anxious to prove to myself that I can do well in this class. If I failed this test (I don't think that I did... then I will be pretty distressed.)
Nothing is new for me. I am still just working and trying to finish stats. I bought a ticket to Florida. I tried to convince my sister to bring her baby and meet me down there, but to no avail. Sad.
I went ice skating for the first time in years and ended up hobbling away with shattered (ok, bruised) knees. Both of them. Grandma can attest to how ugly they are. I can't wait until the bruise turns sort of greenish/yellow because then it will be spring colors!
My thought comes from one of my favorite hymns. I was singing it to myself on the way home from Grandma's yesterday and it made me cry. Which... is actually saying a lot because I think my heart has become hardened in my old(er) age. I haven't been nearly as emotional (dramatic, eccentric, impulsive, absolutely crazy - YES... emotional, not so much) as I used to be. I mean, I used to watch A Baby's Story or for heaven's sake, Full House and cry. And now, I can't bring myself to shed a tear.
Until yesterday, when I was really thinking about the words of I Believe in Christ.
I believe in Christ; my Lord, my God!
My feet he plants on gospel sod.
I'll worship him with all my might;
He is the source of truth and light.
I believe in Christ; he ransoms me.
From Satan's grasp he set me free,
And I shall live with joy and love
In his eternal courts above.
I believe in Christ; he stands supreme!
From him I'll gain my fondest dream;
And while I strive through grief and pain,
His voice is heard: "Ye shall obtain."
I believe in Christ; so come what may,
With him I'll stand at that great day
When on this earth he comes again
To rule among the sons of men.
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