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Pray for me to not procrestinate and not be ridiculous about all my homework that's due in .5 seconds. Also pray that Mark gets this job that we think he's gonna get.
I mean, I don't want to be snotty or anything, but I think he's pretty hip and totally a great guy and, you know, that he's totally capable and the perfect guy for this job. We're both really excited about this, I'm praying like I haven't prayed in a long while that he'll get it. He's going for a second interview on Friday, and I feel like God has His fingers tangled up in this somehow.
I'm writing a stupid paper today and that makes me superficially crabby, but my heart is joy and is swelling over and out of my eyes and running down my cheeks. I've cried more tears this year than ever, I'm sure of it. At least more this year than any since I was thirteen. :)
I've spent so many nights the past few months bawling about whatever crises I've been dreaming up - the money, the plans, the schedule, the work, the rudiments of the world, which are all to perish with the hearing. Everything I have touched this last year has crumbled like it never was made of anything reliable, and I spent all this time mourning it. How could I know that around the corner that God was causing everything to burst into clarity? Nothing is surer now than it was earlier this year, but God is surer to me than ever. It makes no sense to write but perfect sense to me, which is, I suppose, all that matters in the end.