Shane and Shane, Chopin accompany me through my study hours, while Foo Fighters and Red Hot Chili Peppers vocalize my angst and frustrations. However, the real treat is the ability to whisk away into wonderment of “someday my prince will come…” as I pretend to be under the evil spells of my captors – working for the man.
Weary from a day of learning, growing, practicing – working, I have to recompose myself and find the focus to absorb concepts and information for test 2, which is now 2 weeks away. My eyes go cross at least once a day. Working is an opportunity that I’ve grown to be thankful for, but can be overwhelming at times. Nevertheless, my life lately is consumed with managing a work/study balance.
As the Old Rugged Cross by Bart Millard started to play on my study hour, I was reminded of the days as a young girl when I would tag along with my parents to their small group gatherings. I looked forward to these days because I was going to see my friends/older brothers and sisters, and we were going to play. I grew up an only child for a good 10 years and didn’t really grow up amongst immediate family members, so the church congregation was my family.
The image of my parents and friends sitting around in a circle, swaying back and forth while singing the old hymnals is forever ingrained as a memory that brings me solace. I’m not sure why, but that is one of the pictures I will probably never forget. My father seemed to find his comfort in the old hymnals, and they were ever present in my up-bringing.
This day I’m grateful for a minute of this memory in the midst of my busy mind.
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