just another day in the life…

well, it’s bearing down upon us—finals week. but I have to admit, you’d think the week right after Thanksgiving break was finals week of my senior year with the way my brain was functioning. (or, to be honest, not functioning!)

I was so excited—with the year winding down, I was beginning to find hours that I didn’t know what to do with, or rather, didn’t HAVE to know to know what to do with. I knew precisely what I wanted to do with them. I have a list a mile long of things I’ve wanted to do since the beginning of the year. finish knitting the scarf I’m making mom for Christmas…read a few books I’ve been ten pages into for four months…PRACTICE TRUMPET!!! let me explain something to you all quickly: I came into college as a Music Education major, and when I was I so disliked having to practice for hours like I was filling a quota (because I was). now that I’m Social Studies Education, I covet having hours to practice and just…play.  so when an hour came along one Wednesday afternoon after choir, I LEPT at the opportunity.

and let me tell you: that was one prime practice session. I had my full range in full force, and then just for fun, I pulled out the cheater mouthpiece to see how high I could get squealing. let’s just say that a) I feel less pressure to hit notes when I’m alone, and b) Gordon Goodwin would be proud. got to working through a few of the “new” pieces we had received in band that morning, hammered out a few licks, brushed up a few old pieces…it was a grand time. aaannnd then I looked at my phone. which read: 4:02 PM. I’m quite sure that the look of dread on my face at that moment could have caused a gracious act on the part of a hardened criminal. all semester I’ve been in a class called “Christian Life 2”, from 3:30-5:30 on Wednesday afternoons. that day I had a final. aaand…the way I booked it out of Old Main then would have made Road Runner look bad. I got to the class, gasping for air at 4:05 and explain the entire situation to my teacher, whose only response (laughter aside) was, “are you okay?” he let me sit down and I finished my final in 15 minutes…just as I caught my breath.

there’s really not too much more to the story. I went around telling people who looked like they needed a good laugh that day of how blonde I was, and reveled in the grace of God. once again, he could have let me flounder, but he’s loving. and once again, this little life becomes a testimony to grace.