It's the week before the last week of classes, and I'm enjoying my work. There's a little notepad with due dates on my desk, and as I cross things off my list, I'm relishing the writing and thinking. Thanks be to God for that. Really. I've had a lot of jobs where I was a ridiculous fit (and where I felt I was accomplishing nothing at all), and I love being a student. This is joyful work, and it feels great to exercise these muscles. Lift up a little gratitude with me, if you'd like to.
(Though I will say: I miss the days when finals were due AFTER the last classes, and not during.)
How's your job? Are you finding any satisfaction in it? Shall I hold your work in prayer? Let me know.
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