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This week hasn't exactly been easy (I know, it's barely even half-way done, and I'm already saying this). Needless to say, I probably left for Ottawa during the worst week possible. It was a week where people actually needed me, and I came back to a mountain of disorganization with tons of damage control to do.
It was discouraging to come back with people, left and right, telling me to fix this and solve that. The "This needs to be done now"s and the complaints were a bit of a headache. It was even harder walking into my classes and feeling completely lost. I got projects, essays and assignments shoved into my face, and I would literally sit there not knowing what was going on. Even though I took two spares just to try to figure things out, I still went home and worked (like actually worked instead of procrastinating as usual) for hours on everything I've missed. And my frantic frustration wasn't even because the tasks I had to do were too much for me to handle, it was because I had about a million things running through my head at every moment and a never-ending checklist of things to do. The fact that the only reason I could function was because I was running on Advil and Buckley's didn't help. (My sickness has become so much a part of me now that I feel like it's normal to be coughing up a storm.)
But even though I would label this week bad, I've still been in a good mood. I didn't just come home to a disarray of unfinished business, but also to friends who are always there to offer encouragement and are willing to sit down with me to go over things and sort out the mess. (You have no idea how much I appreciate that.) I haven't even come close to a disaster or breakdown, because whenever I start to feel overwhelmed, there's always a moment of light, like a chocolate muffin on a rainy day, a conversation with someone new or just a comment that makes me burst out into laughter. Seriously, I swear there are some people who's sole role in my life is to provide comic relief, and it's great.
And that's the beautiful thing about God's love.
He doesn't promise that I'm going to wake up tomorrow with all my homework caught up and the dance details sorted out. My life isn't going to suddenly become peachy perfect when I realize I need to rely on Him. But He does promise that He'll continuously pour strength into us when we need it most. He promises us that He will always be enough and that He'll carry us through when we don't think we can carry on. I don't know about you, but that gives me so much hope for all the stressful things in life that are to come.